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Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah Woah woah Huh... Back with the gang, we cannot lose Pour up the pint it got me feeling loose Bleed what I bang, I cannot choose What I wanna wear just to flex up on you Ride through the rain but I chop off the roof She on a perc I could tell how she move You say the word imma up it and shoot When I get to sippin I go to the moon You did me wrong you not my woe you cannot roll yeah (you can't roll) I just know how to ball when I pick up the phone Its that money on call yeah (brrr brrr) Chrome heart frames, Amiri the denim or Saint Laurent yeah And I'm like 5 some but I stand on my money I'm 6'5 tall yeah I got shooters on go I'm smokin dope cause I gotta cope woah I got Snow White on blow She back stage stuffin her nose woah In my Rick Owens coat I keep me a pole I pray it don't fall woah And her best friend stay cock blockin like she Bol Bol Mud thicker than blood Imma pour my soul out of my cup Baby I don't give a f*ck Tell your bestie cause I'm pullin up (skrrr) Better double it up when you suck Swear to God that I can't get enough I can't count up this money enough (oh yeah) Back with the gang, we cannot lose Pour up the pint it got me feeling loose Bleed what I bang, I cannot choose What I wanna wear just to flex up on you Ride through the rain but I chop off the roofShe on a perc I could tell how she move You say the word imma up it and shoot When I get to sippin I go to the moon I jut stepped up in the bank Moonwalkin in Margiela's (woo) I'm beyond drip, I make it rain Don't need a umbrella yeah Countin my money in front of my bitch I know she jealous (jealous) Bitch I got green, bitch I got sauce just like relish yeah (ooo) Spent a racky on the kicks I wear the most She would f*ck a animal cause I'm the goat Could never die bout a bitch, no ghost But keep a Tommy on me in the ghost Hear the splash when I hit it got her wet Imma kick her out if she can't dress I could pull up f*ck your bitch no text Ride around bullet proof no vest I don't scrub no air forces, I just cop the re-up And I know your man hate me But he jockin wanna be us Glitter my neck so damn gorgeous See me beamin in a beamer (skrrr) I really wouldn't want to be ya Feel like myself when I'm Back with the gang, we cannot lose Pour up the pint it got me feeling loose Bleed what I bang, I cannot choose What I wanna wear just to flex up on you Ride through the rain but I chop off the roof She on a perc I could tell how she move You say the word imma up it and shoot When I get to sippin I go to the moon Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah
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