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Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?ATL Jacob, ATL JacobYeah, PlutoWent through the clouds, ain't I never, never comin' downNever comin' down, ohYeah yeah, yeahTold my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrowFuckin' my wrist up, fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charterI go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a joggerI went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my gogglesSuicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly fatherI'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottleI'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the modelsI'ma just stick to the models and hit itI'ma just stick to the guala and get itI can't come up short, I'm goin' to get itI can afford to keep all my bitchesI got her laid up, she bad and sadityI got my weight up, I'm carryin' my cityI got vicarious, my ears, they blurryPut up, no worries, she know she insuredI keep it real, ain't talkin' absurdI lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrupPut up them M's, my Federal ReserveTell you the truth, I got caught in the urgeTell you the truth, I come up from the dirtShe play with no panties, a lil' bitty skirtI hit it on Xanax and I made it squirtA really rich nigga, and I'm goin' berserkTold my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrowFuckin' my wrist up, fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charterI go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a joggerI went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my gogglesSuicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly fatherI'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottleI'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the modelsI got two blonde snow bunniesSendin' me pics to the 'GramI got some bitches, they linin' upThey wanna fuck me just 'cause who I amI fucked them gold digging bitchesI never will love her or trust her, but pay herLookin' out for her, but ain't takin' care of herShe know it ain't no way in hellI keep it real with you, keep it real with meThat's all we can doKnow how to deal with you, know how to deal with meShawty get wet as a poolWe call it fair gameWhen it come down to my bros and swappin' the hoesI send my main thang to get your main thangWe gon' fuck that ho on the lowTold my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrowFuckin' my wrist up, fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charterI go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a joggerI went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my gogglesSuicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly fatherI'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottleI'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the modelsI keep it real, ain't talkin' absurdI lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrupPut up them M's, my Federal ReserveTell you the truth, I got caught in the urgeTwo blonde snow bunniesSendin' me pics to the 'GramDeal with youWho know how to deal with you, know how to deal with meShawty get wet as a poolWho know how toDeal with you
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