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Lil shit you doing that shit not exciting me
She gimme top and she never be biting me
If that's yo bitch tell me why she be writing me
Niggas be talkin that shit don't apply to me
Cake on yo head nigga just like ya birthday
Look at this drip got all these bitches thirsty
Yeah thats a Fendi just like what my shirt say
I'm a young prophet call me Eddie Murphy
(Uh Yeah)
Get the bag and we split it
Niggas they talkin my niggas we live it
Private Lane finna take over the district
Hop in the foreign you know imma drift it
If I just crash call a truck to come lift it
Munna my slime you can't slide not official
If he a opp then you know we gon blitz em
(Shhh, shh shhh)
Keepin it private i'm silent
My dick a bike how she get on and ride it
Nobody know her pussy i reside in
Leave it on splash turn that bitch to Poseidon
Can't know my moves cuz these niggas be biting
Way too much drip in my closet i'm stylish
Hop in the big body run up the mileage
(Skrrr)
I get the chips while in London
I'm the main topic discussion
All i keep hearing assumptions
I don't do fightin no fussin
Niggas be broke stop the bluffing
Only the sour i'm puffin
In it forever Wakanda
I do the Gucci no Prada
I run it up like a ladder
She bend it over she tell me go slower she said she feel it in her bladder
Mix up designer them Balenciagas or Yeezys it don't even matter
Know i got bread i got dough now she want me to beat that shit just like a batter
Hit it won't even remember
She gimme top and she never be biting me
If that's yo bitch tell me why she be writing me
Niggas be talkin that shit don't apply to me
Cake on yo head nigga just like ya birthday
Look at this drip got all these bitches thirsty
Yeah thats a Fendi just like what my shirt say
I'm a young prophet call me Eddie Murphy
(Uh Yeah)
Get the bag and we split it
Niggas they talkin my niggas we live it
Private Lane finna take over the district
Hop in the foreign you know imma drift it
If I just crash call a truck to come lift it
Munna my slime you can't slide not official
If he a opp then you know we gon blitz em
(Shhh, shh shhh)
Keepin it private i'm silent
My dick a bike how she get on and ride it
Nobody know her pussy i reside in
Leave it on splash turn that bitch to Poseidon
Can't know my moves cuz these niggas be biting
Way too much drip in my closet i'm stylish
Hop in the big body run up the mileage
(Skrrr)
I get the chips while in London
I'm the main topic discussion
All i keep hearing assumptions
I don't do fightin no fussin
Niggas be broke stop the bluffing
Only the sour i'm puffin
In it forever Wakanda
I do the Gucci no Prada
I run it up like a ladder
She bend it over she tell me go slower she said she feel it in her bladder
Mix up designer them Balenciagas or Yeezys it don't even matter
Know i got bread i got dough now she want me to beat that shit just like a batter
Hit it won't even remember
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