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Did you blow some checks? Did you?I don't got no mindI don't got no mindMan fuck that bitch cause she ain't mineWho you think you foolin? I love all them medsI know you fuck with them so watch me do meBitch you betta not stressHoe you tweakin, who you fuckin playin withDon't suck my neckBet I'm ballin, without the main coolin Watch me blow a checkBitch I go bezerk lift up my shirtI've been ballin sick I need a nurseShe feel like fuck me, she don't love meI admit it hurt, but I've been clutchingI've been thuggin on another turfAnd plus man I've been fucking offI put in too much workBitch you mad, I don't sickening with your sad assYou got a plan fuck with who got the most cashBitch you bad, just don't know that I'd leave your assOh fine ass, bitch you better not let my feelings passThrow your set, where they at?All the bad bitches in the backYou competing, tryna copy bitch you know you sadHundred bands, tell her put that pussy on my tabCan't tell me leave, what I got that's something you never hadTats all on my belly, do you love convicted feelings?R. I. P don't but you get dumped, I send your ass to heavenBitch I never love her, she say she want me to comfortI grind cause I don't like your brother, who I'll fuck your motherThey think I'm broke so they gonna leave, hold up, be my guestOh my fucking god, what I read, you ain't cut like thisI know the draco mom upset, she said she want fucked on a jetI told her I ain't built like that, I'm loyal look who on my chestHa think I wanna fuck that bitch cause she look betterShe said that she gonna fuck my life up cause I shouldn't have met her I'll be who whatever, told that hoe I'm a trendsetter We can be together, if you tryna Chorus]They think I'm broke so they gonna leave, hold up, be my guestOh my fucking god, what I read, you ain't cut like thisI know the draco mom upset, she said she want fucked on a jetI told her I ain't built like that, I'm loyal look who on my chestThrow your set, where they at?All the bad bitches in the backYou competing, tryna copy bitch you know you sadHundred bands, tell her put that pussy on my tabCan't tell me leave, what I got that's something you never hadBitch you mad, I don't sickening with your sad assYou got a plan fuck with who got the most cashBitch you bad, just don't know that I'd leave your assOh fine ass, bitch you better not let my feelings passThrow your set, where they at?All the bad bitches in the backYou competing, tryna copy bitch you know you sadHundred bands, tell her put that pussy on my tabCan't tell me leave, what I got that's something you never had
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