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Aye one two three shorty looking at me like would you pipe please
Aye four five six gotta hit that bitch quick
Seven eight nine get her off my line shorty see you next time
Tom Brady I be passing it
To the clique nigga you know who I'm running with
Got a big crib nigga I'm just cutting it up
Got a couple bitches down yea they looking to fuck
Got big packs nigga what I'm smoking on
Big black dick nigga what she riding on
Got a bitch from the Caymans yea I came in dipped quick nigga
I don't got no time for a bitch no
Aye one two one two hoes in the backseat you'd think I was a taxi
Aye three four three four drop it on the floor baby how low do it go
Five six five six she dropped her nigga quick left him in the dust we just skating off
Seven eight nine all my bitches dimes that's a ten nigga
Riding through these rhymes I be flying through the times dipping diving swerving
No one fucking with me not a person nah niggas in
They feelings they can't take the heat why she on this meat
Yo sorry did that hurt son
Hoes still in the back we been blowing through this pack come smoke some
Chilling it's a vibe yea we do it all the time come through snatch a ride
Nigga see how I do
Aye four five six gotta hit that bitch quick
Seven eight nine get her off my line shorty see you next time
Tom Brady I be passing it
To the clique nigga you know who I'm running with
Got a big crib nigga I'm just cutting it up
Got a couple bitches down yea they looking to fuck
Got big packs nigga what I'm smoking on
Big black dick nigga what she riding on
Got a bitch from the Caymans yea I came in dipped quick nigga
I don't got no time for a bitch no
Aye one two one two hoes in the backseat you'd think I was a taxi
Aye three four three four drop it on the floor baby how low do it go
Five six five six she dropped her nigga quick left him in the dust we just skating off
Seven eight nine all my bitches dimes that's a ten nigga
Riding through these rhymes I be flying through the times dipping diving swerving
No one fucking with me not a person nah niggas in
They feelings they can't take the heat why she on this meat
Yo sorry did that hurt son
Hoes still in the back we been blowing through this pack come smoke some
Chilling it's a vibe yea we do it all the time come through snatch a ride
Nigga see how I do
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Writer(s): Brandon Isaiah Farrow
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