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Yea
She hold it down
Like she love me
That ain't my bitch
That's my buddy
Pussy sweeter than honey
They fallin off and it's funny
Can't make it shake
With no money
Don't drink the ac
It's too muddy
They say we ain't playin fair
Trip off our accolades
Haters are motivation
I think they deserve a raise
Shorty my next?
Then I think we can get her paid
But if she my ex?
Then I know she seen better days
Think I'm conceited
But tell the truth
I be feelin it
Check out my catalog
Man a nigga been killin it
Ear to the street
Don't hear a nigga
As real as this
Hennessy neat
Then mix the cranberry diligent
Fly like an eagle
I got the game in my talons
God gave me the genius
I'm just perfecting my talent
Parents went vegan
They said they cleansing they pallet
I be smoking my veggies
I think it's all about balance
See I'm just a Gemini
Sophisticated
Need a shorty lil mo class than I
If you ain't on yo grind
Life will pass you by
They were callin out the best
And started starin at I
And they didn't give a fuck
If you were mad or not
Damn
I'm just a jazzy guy
Ex college boy
With a snazzy tie
If she on her best behavior
We might float to Dubai
A hunnid 10 percent
You gotta go if you try
Hell raiser
Better stay
In my good graces
Courageous
Lotta heart
And it's contagious
Baby love me
That's kissy faces
Uh old school
Might ride around
On some gold Dayton's
Hit the beach
I'm blowin trees
While she sun bathin'
Lotta weight and I lift it up
Like I'm Hulk Hagan
Drive it slow like that Double R
Call it Ronald Regan
Reminisce
Light a doubie
I hit twice
Spit a loogie
You see my life is a doozie
Make the wave
Like jacuzzi
Y'all be coming up short
You live a whole different movie
Chop the beat
Like a deli
I've never done psychodelics
Soon as I got the money
I think I turned photogenic
I go and get it
I need my name in the Guinness
I draw the play
And then hit the shot off my pivot
Starin at my pockets
Like what you wan do cuzzin?
Think I left the studio
2 somethin'
I was countin green
While you mean muggin
Then they hit you later like
Wi$e we ain't mean nothin
I bought her roses
A purple dozen
I could have you shook
Like you seen somethin'
Frames cost a stack
A few clean hunnid
Still see it clear
But I stay blunted
Say he 4th and long
And he ain't puntin
Keep my head high
Motor mouth
But I ain't duckin
Pop a lot of shit
Now my name buzzin
How we out of clips
But he still bussin?
She hold it down
Like she love me
That ain't my bitch
That's my buddy
Pussy sweeter than honey
They fallin off and it's funny
Can't make it shake
With no money
Don't drink the ac
It's too muddy
They say we ain't playin fair
Trip off our accolades
Haters are motivation
I think they deserve a raise
Shorty my next?
Then I think we can get her paid
But if she my ex?
Then I know she seen better days
Think I'm conceited
But tell the truth
I be feelin it
Check out my catalog
Man a nigga been killin it
Ear to the street
Don't hear a nigga
As real as this
Hennessy neat
Then mix the cranberry diligent
Fly like an eagle
I got the game in my talons
God gave me the genius
I'm just perfecting my talent
Parents went vegan
They said they cleansing they pallet
I be smoking my veggies
I think it's all about balance
See I'm just a Gemini
Sophisticated
Need a shorty lil mo class than I
If you ain't on yo grind
Life will pass you by
They were callin out the best
And started starin at I
And they didn't give a fuck
If you were mad or not
Damn
I'm just a jazzy guy
Ex college boy
With a snazzy tie
If she on her best behavior
We might float to Dubai
A hunnid 10 percent
You gotta go if you try
Hell raiser
Better stay
In my good graces
Courageous
Lotta heart
And it's contagious
Baby love me
That's kissy faces
Uh old school
Might ride around
On some gold Dayton's
Hit the beach
I'm blowin trees
While she sun bathin'
Lotta weight and I lift it up
Like I'm Hulk Hagan
Drive it slow like that Double R
Call it Ronald Regan
Reminisce
Light a doubie
I hit twice
Spit a loogie
You see my life is a doozie
Make the wave
Like jacuzzi
Y'all be coming up short
You live a whole different movie
Chop the beat
Like a deli
I've never done psychodelics
Soon as I got the money
I think I turned photogenic
I go and get it
I need my name in the Guinness
I draw the play
And then hit the shot off my pivot
Starin at my pockets
Like what you wan do cuzzin?
Think I left the studio
2 somethin'
I was countin green
While you mean muggin
Then they hit you later like
Wi$e we ain't mean nothin
I bought her roses
A purple dozen
I could have you shook
Like you seen somethin'
Frames cost a stack
A few clean hunnid
Still see it clear
But I stay blunted
Say he 4th and long
And he ain't puntin
Keep my head high
Motor mouth
But I ain't duckin
Pop a lot of shit
Now my name buzzin
How we out of clips
But he still bussin?
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