can't lose
I can't ever fold, I can't lose
Drippin' applesauce, not no juice
I got too many hoes, I can't choose
I got hella broads, I can't lose em
Call my brother up, he gon' move em
Sippin' alcohol in a pool
Bitin' off my swag, that ain't cool
Fye his ass, put him on the news
I could steal yo' swag and look good wit' it
Heard you got another bag, I can't wait to take it
Boy, that lead up on yo' shirt gon' leave you naked
You see me up in yo' crib, you know I'mma take shit
Name a nigga that ain't heard bout me
I'm out of my body, I done took a third Perc'
All that talkin' on the 'gram will get you murked
All that talkin' on the 'gram will get you murked
I'm like what's the price of that? I'mma cop it anyway
Ain't get my money from this nigga? I'mma get it anyway
I'm like, what's the play up on this nigga? What we doin'
I ain't playing 'bout my money, that's how I'm affluent
I'm a pill popper, pop it 'til my stomach hurt
You ain't got no bread, seen you posted on the curb
And I don't know not one of these niggas talkin' down on me, I don't care
Put a bullet through him, watch his family get fuckin' hurt
When I'm at the PD, I can't tell the truth
Yeah, when I hop in the studio, I hop in the booth
I can't ever fold, I can't lose
Drippin' applesauce, not no juice
I got too many hoes, I can't choose
I got hella broads, I can't lose em
Drippin' applesauce, not no juice
I got too many hoes, I can't choose
I got hella broads, I can't lose em
Call my brother up, he gon' move em
Sippin' alcohol in a pool
Bitin' off my swag, that ain't cool
Fye his ass, put him on the news
I could steal yo' swag and look good wit' it
Heard you got another bag, I can't wait to take it
Boy, that lead up on yo' shirt gon' leave you naked
You see me up in yo' crib, you know I'mma take shit
Name a nigga that ain't heard bout me
I'm out of my body, I done took a third Perc'
All that talkin' on the 'gram will get you murked
All that talkin' on the 'gram will get you murked
I'm like what's the price of that? I'mma cop it anyway
Ain't get my money from this nigga? I'mma get it anyway
I'm like, what's the play up on this nigga? What we doin'
I ain't playing 'bout my money, that's how I'm affluent
I'm a pill popper, pop it 'til my stomach hurt
You ain't got no bread, seen you posted on the curb
And I don't know not one of these niggas talkin' down on me, I don't care
Put a bullet through him, watch his family get fuckin' hurt
When I'm at the PD, I can't tell the truth
Yeah, when I hop in the studio, I hop in the booth
I can't ever fold, I can't lose
Drippin' applesauce, not no juice
I got too many hoes, I can't choose
I got hella broads, I can't lose em
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