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I could get you chalked in a mother fucking second
Yeah these Bitches they don't talk during my mother fucking set
Cuz I've got bitches go on top almost as if they dressing
Hoe I'm nutting for the dopamine
Bitch I got depression
Got that Got that Got that
Yeah I'm wilin on that bitch who like to sip
So you know that I just made a gallon of it
She knows I'm all about that shit
She knows I always taking hits
That's why I'm up all night go Fallon on them
I can't make a song without saying Hoe
I can't stand you mother fucking haters so I'm laying low
Straight to the plug bitch
Straight to my thugs bitch
If I'm gonna quit that liquor than I better hit the drug shit
Pull up with the whole crew
We be selling green for the price of Supreme like it's whole foods
I be sipping codine
You be spilling cold brew
Killing it like oj
Addy's in my orange juice
You aint hot
You aint God
You aint ride
Leave your bitches pussy nasty
Leave her with that UTI
Smoking bird
Getting gwop
Fuck your Hoe
Take your thot
I'll kill everyone around me and take everything they got
I could get you chalked in a mother fucking second
Yeah these Bitches they don't talk during my mother fucking set
Cuz I've got bitches go on top almost as if they dressing
Hoe I'm nutting for the dopamine
Bitch I got depression
Got that Got that Got that
Yeah I'm wilin on that bitch who like to sip
So you know that I just made a gallon of it
She knows I'm all about that shit
She knows I always taking hits
That's why I'm up all night go Fallon on them
Yeah these Bitches they don't talk during my mother fucking set
Cuz I've got bitches go on top almost as if they dressing
Hoe I'm nutting for the dopamine
Bitch I got depression
Got that Got that Got that
Yeah I'm wilin on that bitch who like to sip
So you know that I just made a gallon of it
She knows I'm all about that shit
She knows I always taking hits
That's why I'm up all night go Fallon on them
I can't make a song without saying Hoe
I can't stand you mother fucking haters so I'm laying low
Straight to the plug bitch
Straight to my thugs bitch
If I'm gonna quit that liquor than I better hit the drug shit
Pull up with the whole crew
We be selling green for the price of Supreme like it's whole foods
I be sipping codine
You be spilling cold brew
Killing it like oj
Addy's in my orange juice
You aint hot
You aint God
You aint ride
Leave your bitches pussy nasty
Leave her with that UTI
Smoking bird
Getting gwop
Fuck your Hoe
Take your thot
I'll kill everyone around me and take everything they got
I could get you chalked in a mother fucking second
Yeah these Bitches they don't talk during my mother fucking set
Cuz I've got bitches go on top almost as if they dressing
Hoe I'm nutting for the dopamine
Bitch I got depression
Got that Got that Got that
Yeah I'm wilin on that bitch who like to sip
So you know that I just made a gallon of it
She knows I'm all about that shit
She knows I always taking hits
That's why I'm up all night go Fallon on them
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Writer(s): James Warren Blake
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