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Yeah, look, acting all sadity when a nigga in your city Fame going to her head, thankful I ain't buy them titties And I don't pillow talk with a hoe, that's a no no In the morning, shaderoom, she be telling all your business And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flying out the coop Got some niggas that can fight, got some killers that can shoot And bitches all on my 'gram, I'm trying make 100 million Got bitches on top of bitches, I'm stacking 'em to the ceiling Always a nigga tryna hate on me And every time we pull a burner on 'em, they want peace Bad bitches see the ice, they wanna skate on me I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave But I don't trip, I just let her stay and sip codeine You know she can give me head but she can't smoke my weed In that penthouse suite, I'm the man with the models And we don't fuck with you nigga, we know you telling your partners We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, going way up But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize Look, look, now these bitches wanna show's up Cause they see me on the road and I'm jolled up And all these bitches on my line like they know us But I don't want that pussy, I'ma let the crew fuck you up She so with it, my bitch bad, she gon' get it Her lil sister, she thick now, get those digits This money coming so quick now, need more spinach We turn a bitch to a bust down if Chris hit it And I ain't never 'bout to save no bitch But if she bringing back money, we gon' all get rich I need a new whip, new chain, talking 'bout the rap game Keep the bitch tiptoes down, I'm speaking facts mane And you ain't never 'bout to break my niggas And all this money, I'm about to fresh to death my bitch This the west coast, trap game, hit 'em on the crack cane Spending young money and shit, call me Mack Maine We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, going way up But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize Look, 'fore she used to be a solid bitch, but now she fucking with my tolerance Like I ain't the nigga that's bringing dollars in Took me from that regular life to living extravagant Now you wanna flex on a nigga like you the baddest bitch OHB, that's out of here bitch, I got some new freaks Porsche 9/11, sitting pretty on the new feet Two get fucked for an hour then let the crew skeet Cruising, got 4 on the way while I got 2 suites Black nigga in white linen with white women And I ain't tripping, I like women that like women Ooh baby, they all losing be like women If I kill the pussy baby, that's a life sentence Praying light, that's night vision High-Tec, yeah I like sipping Sold dope for them gold ropes, I like pitching Whipping the block in 4 pots, this my kitchen, fuck with us We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, going way up But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize Big buck, bitch teeth crooked, and I ain't let her fuck I ain't paying for the Uber, never told her that I love her Kick her out man, every night she go and get her brother Locked up with the reds, you know she watch a nigga fuck Dog, I go hard, I am already a boss On the plane slinging Rolls, I am already a boss I be solo in the game, I be whipping up a Range Name's holy wait, kick and fly conversation Don't complain in the game, I ain't doing no complaining He don't wanna front it, I'ma take it when I'm aiming Move real cool, handle business like a gangster Shoes on the bed, that's a lion to the jags I be working out, wearing slay ups doing reps Like the bench press, kill and stand on your chest No one came in, flip for another set She re-certified, real nigga whip the stack We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, going way up But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize
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