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It's on site if I catch em' slipping
All night with his trick he tricking
All mine boy stop trying if you get close I might catch fire
Off a triple dose
Said I do the most
1's Up let's make a toast
Top notch lets keep it goin'
Drop top with her tittie's showing
Vegas strip, she when in Rome'in
Vegas lit you with the smokers
Fuck the Fuzz I ain't pulling over

I been a bad motherfucker since them bullies took my lunch away
Beat they ass took it back thank you for the cash
Thank you for the cash
And for the stash
I get my smoke on
And blaze a track

Not done and far from it
How come your car running
(Whoop Whoop)
If I start busting
Screw loose so trust no-one
Trust no-one
I'm the one
Trial by sun
Wild as they come

My time and it's been a minute
Bout sick of this trickle living
Pound, shift
I want my triple digits
Proud bitch cause she used to lick it
Round here
It's admission tickets
Round here
It's stick to the mission
Down there it's good luck
It's goodbye
It's good riddance

I been a mad motherfucker since them bullies took my lunch away
Beat they ass took it back
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you

Thank you for the take away lessons I'll take to the grave
If I want it
Imma get it
Nothing could stand in my way
Nothing in my way
Only making waves
Eyy
You could ride my wave
Eyy
You could ride my wave
Ivy League opponents bitch and all I see is
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Coming for your neck baby you goin' need some more refs
See you fronting with them fronter's
That's a means to no ends
I know you'll never back it up
Go and get your old bitch
Thank you for the cash
It's been a blast
You're welcome for the pack
Now give it back



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Writer(s): Weston Bennion
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