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Uh, someone made a mess of my account(Someone sound like me, yeah)Someone bought a Patek in a panic, yes, yesFully Bentley addict, I go manic, oh noHit the uchi-chuchi 'till it's slanted, oohI'ma beat it up, ooh, ladyI'ma make you dreams come, babyAyy, you the one who talking all that trash(You the one who talkin' all that trash)45, I'll twenty-eight that assYou can set that snow on fire (Yeah, ooh)You smell like a peach papayaShe said, “Eat this Psilocybin, I'ma be right back"I'm like “Aight"Ayy, I don't know what Psilocybin is (No)This better not be no mollyShe just laughed and closed the doorDark chocolate sea saltI took a biteShe said "We gon' have a special night"I said "Who you telling, girl? I know that"Tracee Ellis, with it when you throw backGirl, I see your shadow moveOoh, you're so divine (Yes you are)And them panties came off (Ooh, yes they did)I'ma give you some privacyPictures with your stepsistersN. K. Jemisin with you, uhGot the all about love on some bell hooksThen I turned to her dirty look, uh (Meow)Ayy, why your cat looking at me sideways?"Sing to her"I said "Nah, I'll put on the radio though"Boy, I might let you goLay back on my back, uh, vibrateMy ex on some B. SAnd she walk out the closetGirl, never write a check I can't depositShe said "Boy stop, let's go walkin' (Let's go walkin')You wanna be outside for this"We just talkin'Dogpound looking like a Trader Joe's (Uh, uh)Papa young, uh, thought you hated thoseOther girls look, look they shady showsEvery time we walk aroundThey say "How she gonna hold him down? " NoThey don't know what they missingMost of these niggas wanna run aroundwith these scissors (Yeah)I prefer to just stroll the park with this shotgunBaby girl is just diggin' all in my pockets (My pock-)I was going hard by the magic hourWe were holding hands, tryna make me understandNiggas fall in love, that's my magic power, yesEverybody's jealous, I'm on easy, these colorsOoh, I wanna see it in the moonlightYellow, red, orange robe, asking for donations, oohI am not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation(I am not a tourist, nigga, I know-, this is not vacation)VibrateGoddamn, and this girl going crazy on my MotorolaShe said "Let me answer it" (Let me answer)Then she'll know it's over, oohGirl you cancerous, you gon' ruin my lifeLet me get this paperweight, then come be my wifeShe just laughed and touched my faceBut you don't understand what this is(Wait a minute, wait, wait)I'm ain't looking for another lifetimeLet's just stay here and enjoy the great designHad the iceberg tucked on my waist, bling (Woah)Fuck an omelet, you can eat off my face, noI just thought that we were vibin'You don't love her? Then you lyin'Coming, going, you get tulipsPut a finger to my two lips (It's okay)Ooh you got it bad, just remember what we had (Ah)You can set the snow on fireThe reason that your suffering's desireThe reason I'm moving with this ooh-weeI was loving life, I got too deep (I was too deep)Woke up in my room, she was long goneToni singing me another sad songOoh, eternity, oh, until we meet againThis ain't special, tell me what you wantThis ain't special, baby, this is funThis ain't special, tell me what you wantThis ain't special, baby, this is funDrop it off (21) , let me see if your booty softGold mouth (Hol' up, hol' up) ,yes, I'm from the Dirty SouthLights out (Straight up) , summertime,I brought the ice out (21)Pipes out (On God) , all my shooters came from MoscowGot a girl in Harvard, I talk proper when I call her (21)Baby, I'm a baller,ain't no way that I can rob ya (Straight up)She don't want no new friends,she just tryna buy her a new Benz (On God)I've been counting Ms,me and Ben Franklin down to kin (On God)Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts (21)Talkin' 'bout your brother to get some pussy,that's wack (Straight up)The police keep harassin'cause I'm rich and I'm black (Straight up)They mad because I made myself a boss without crack (On God)I ain't trippin', boy, I'm Lamborghini whippin' (21, 21)Straight up out the trenches, money made me ignorantI'm on the private jet eatin' Popeye's chicken (21)I be flexin' like I'm eatin' Popeye's spinach (21, 21, 21)Boy you need toPercolate and still have a little time for SundayOoh(So baby, say bye to the girlBye to the-bye-bye to the)Baby, I might let you goBaby-baby, no matter whatAnd like I switch the other side on meBabe-babe gotta hold meGotta ride on meBaby, say bye to the girlBye-bye to the girlBye-bye to theBaby, I might let you goBaby-baby, no matter whatAnd I can I-can I-can I-can ITo the girlTo the girlBye to theYou see themBaby, I, baby, baby, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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