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(Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff)I get the bands, count the blue cheeseI do that shit for fun (Beep, beep)For every mill' I pop a pillI do that shit 'til I'm dumb (Dumb)I had your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one (One)Smokin' a Back' full of that gasalmost lost my lung (My lung)I don't smoke trash, need a gas maskthis shit smell like skunk1600, got a couple opps in the cityand they all gon' hunt (Frrah)The Fn-57 all on my waistthere's no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk, you too)You keep tryna make me wan' cuffbut you keep playin' with my love (My love)You should enjoy your whole day'cause I am good, my love (I'm good, my love)How you keep tryna make me fuckbut you don't even wan' suck?Both of my pockets they stuffed, uhBank account tryna erupt (Woah, yeah)I can never go bankrupt (Woah, yeah)I put your bitch in the tub, yeahI don't believe in good luck (Yeah, I don't)Knuck if you buck, make her nut (What? What?)She never slept in my house (House)Hit it twelve times in my own Bentley truck, yeahI just get geeked off the drugs, yeahSometimes I check on my plug, yeahI get money with some Crips, yeahI get money with some Bloods, yeahBut you don't know, uhYou ain't never seen my other sideComplexion, that's from my mother's sideDon't got the waves that's my brother's side (No)I will give you almost everything (Everything)You dont have to just take some of mine (No)Rockin' Vetements from the summer line (Summer line)And you know it is the Wintertime (Yeah)I get the bands, count the blue cheese (Woo)I do that shit for fun (Slatt, let's go, fun)For every mill' I pop a pillI do that shit 'til I'm dumb (Dumb, dumb)I had your girl, she at my cribthat was a one-on-one (One, one)Smokin' a Back' full of that gasalmost lost my lung (My lungs)I don't smoke trash, need a gas maskthis shit smell like skunk (Skunk, skunk)1600, got a couple opps in the cityand they all gon' hunt (Uh, huh)The Fn-57 all on my waistthere's no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk)You keep tryna make me wan' cuffbut you keep playin' with my love (Yeah)You keep tryna make me wan' cuffbut you keep playin' with my love (Cuff, uh)You keep tryna make me cuffbut you keep playin' with my love (Cuff, why?)I don't even cuff my jeanswhy would I make a thot, uh, my queen? (My queen)She wanna fuck my teamI could blow that bitch to smithereens (Let's go)I said fuck your team, we pulled upjust like the Marines (The Marines, yeah)Nigga don't want no beefI ain't never never eatin' no Jimmy Dean's, yeahYeah, as far as I go to pop a beanShe sniff coke, that lil' bitch a fiend, yeahYeah, she not countin' moneyNot crack cards, but she know now reef, ayyY'all niggas, y'all too funnyJim Carrey me, myself and Irene (Irene)I might start sellin' treesjust the way I always got leavesI might start sellin' plantsjust the way your bitch ate up the seed (Yeah)Chanel pearl came out a clamthis shit on my neck look like beads, ayyI get the bands, count the blue cheeseI do that shit for fun (Yeah, yeah, let's go, fun)For every mill' I pop a pill, I do that shit'til I'm dumb (Dumb-dumb)I had your girl, she at my cribthat was a one-on-one (One, one)Smokin' a Back' full of that gasalmost lost my lung (My lungs)I don't smoke trash, need a gas maskthis shit smell like skunk (Smell like skunk)1600, got a couple opps in the cityand they all gon' hunt (Frrah)The Fn-57 all on my waistthere's no need for me to pop the trunk (Trunk)You keep tryna make me wan' cuffbut you keep playin' with my love (Love)
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