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I can’t get beside myself
Remain the person that I am, I can’t disguise myself
If that lil baby can cook, I might just try myself
I swear to God they rape me, I’ll buy myself
No way these aqua babies want my goddamn help
I give my love to you, and my son named Jeff
I flood you with them j**els out the water like Phelps
I wish you never knew nothing bout myself
ause you know I got that tool right beside my belt
b**h, I’m looking at you, I can’t hide myself
You know I got them racks stacked up like a shelf
I promise I won’t stop until I find myself
I got way to the top, and yes I climbed myself
That f** n***a think he cool, I’ma iron him myself
I did a song with Dej Loaf, and I tried her myself
And if she ever say yes I’ma dive in myself (Whishhh)
If I walk in on it I’m stoppin in the back
I just Bought a mink rabbit, not jack, not a rat
I got rings, yes, 6 no pack
Starin at my j**elery end up blind like a bat
Like her pants halfway down I got motherf**in crack
Hey, I got motherf**in crack
I might ride with my Crips they say motherf**in clack
Looking over my shoulder at all these ants like where they at?
(Brupp Brupp) Bleet Bleet I’ma player I got tricks up my motherf**in sleeve (Whoa)
Today I am with Jay-Z like Bey
I’ll make it storm if one dollar land on me
I’ma boss, I nutted on her forehead! (Boss)
If she ever stop I’ma need some more head (Boss)
I be ridin fast, gettin that slow head
Cut down her woods, I got that mo head!
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Dive in, that lil p**y (Yaahh!)
Douche it, all types of tushy (Yaahh!)
I need napkins, p**y wet it need some napkins
Baptist
Hey that p**y wet like it got Baptised
Ma control that p**y, come here p**y, come here
Make that p**y set up while I f** her with her [?]
2016 [?]
f** all those cats yeah we doggin in here
That Bentley got brown wood like a Spalding in here
I got a million outfits, you can go shopping in here
And if you hatin 9 times outta 10 you floppin this year
Screaming “Flex” just like Flocka in here
I’ma beast, I’ma beast, I’ma goddamn beast
All these f** n***as hatin but don’t feast like these
I’ma boss, b**h I’m Sosa on like Chief Keef beats
I got rich, Papi shoulda told you to be like me
I swear I’m bleeding so bad I said be like me
She bought a cat, I bought a Jag I told her be like me!
I got a big bag like I went shopping
I’m not a police, but I got copies! (coppies)
Ya dig!
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