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Baby, can I be honest?I just want some moneyAnd don't you ever lie to meThis a forty in a foreign, yeahYou don't never show me off, thoughWhy you always goin' to the club?You ain't never met your father, yeahIt's no wonder I don't want youWe hit Rodeo, then we mobbin', yeahThis up a forty in my cuppie, yeahI pull up in that new Rolls RoyceAnd I wanna up my dame, yeahLil' mama hotter than Wasabi, ohhI got a hunnid racks, it's all for sureMama lit up, throw a party, yeahAnd I swear I know a place where everybody goWe could all goI got a place where everybody seeThat we could all goI got place we could goRidin' on the wave we goTell me that it's sorrowIt's a motor and you tell me soAnd I wanna let the gammon goAnd I wanna let the comma go, got women to laySomeone had a forty and I beat your own wayHad some minor fun, bitch, I surf on a waveAnd the bitches wanna fuck, I need to go on a breakPlease, let go, yeahDon't I know ya?Lo-love ya, so I know yaBaby, just be honestAin't no forth in my naughty, ayyI'm so tired of ménages, ayyNeed a bitch that call me "father", ayyAnother homie hold me down, yeahI might take you to the water, yeahIt's a forty in my naughty, yeahNo it's only in the morningI swear, baby, you, mhmI swear, baby, you, mhmMhm-mhmAyy, baby, I swear to youAyy, ayy, ayy, ayyShe said, "I don't fuck with FairfaxCan we go down that Rodeo? "'Cause I don't fuck with streetwear, yeahIt's a matter if I say soI don't want it on my Dior, yeahTook her to a lil' rontoHad her wantin' on a detour, yeahThen we flew out to TorontoMoney, monies on me and yeah I want it, yeahMy lil' mama, she say she want it, yeahHunnid monies on me, it's in the 'Rarri, yeahI know ya
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