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Ooh-oh, ooh-oh

I flip that b*t*h like a vegetable
My pants, they sag like a testicle
Bands in the back, got that revenue
Where is the vibes? Come and send 'em through
I am so frozen, I tried to move
Over my head sipping junkie juice
I'm in that b*t*h, they ask, "Who is you?"
'Cause I'm popping out with that newy-new

Really be going, we really be rolling
That Benz, take it off of the lot
I said, "God, just keep watching my back"
'Cause I cannot give 'em the drop (Hold on, wait)
These b*t*hes is really some birds
I had to lead 'em to the flock
Making my moves, over your time
Don't give a f**k 'bout your clock

Don't do no faking, you know who it is
Not even Ty, it's Michi in this b*t*h
I got the Faygo and dropped in the woo, woo
Body like jello, I swear I'm in bliss
Oatmeal b*t*h, need her oatmeal thick
She vibrate, shaking that ass
Already sick from that fit on my sh*t
I didn't even need a mask (Yessir)
These n***as minor, they lesser
Up in this [?] I got best dresser
I'ma drip like this regardless the weather
How I'm so flee but fly like a feather
Ricky the coat, Seventh Heaven jacket
I got C on my feet without a racket
In the eighth grade, they would call me a fag
Said my jeans was too tight, but for real they was lavish

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