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I need my gold like a cellar He ain't talkin' 'bout the money, I can't help ya I could f**k with her, bestie She won't tell her Smokin' on this loud like a Chiefer Say you flexin' on me, boy, know you lying Pull up on yo ass and watch my diamonds shine You ain't talkin' 'bout that guap, boy get off my line I don't wanna talk, you wasting all my time I need my gold like a cellar He ain't talkin' 'bout the money, I can't help ya I could f**k with her, bestie She won't tell her Smokin' on this loud like a Chiefer Runnin' to the guap like a cheetah Rollin' up this reefer in a two seater Her ass fat so you know I might keep hеr I might want her, but I don't f**kin' need her Boy you flexin', whats yo damn timе All this jewelry, it could make you blind You can clone me b*t*h, I'm one of a kind On a Xan, almost lost my mind Boy I think you done lost yo mind Say, you flexing on me, you outta line Why this b*t*h think she a dime That ho ain't sh*t, she wasting her time Sippin' lean, just to f**kin' pass time Boy you too lame, switchin' two lanes Rollin' propane, sippin' on the drank Boy you too lame, and its a shame She ain't never been the same Since I took them drugs, I went insane pu**y n***a, you's a whole lame I ain't got the f**kin' time for a ho mane I swear, this ho give the best brain Me and [?] changin' the game I'm the Xan man, I'm the lean man, I'm the drug man, yeah
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