No confessions, questions, we contestin' | Fireworks'll send a message, iridescent | Slow him down like Robitussin, if you rush in
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No confessions, questions, we contestin' | Fireworks'll send a message, iridescent | Slow him down like Robitussin, if you rush in
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No confessions, questions, we contestin' Fireworks'll send a message, iridescent Slow him down like Robitussin, if you rush in At your door when we address him, we gon' bless him Tried to bring him, shoulda left him, learned my lesson Poker faces keep 'em guessin', no expression Ice dressing on my chest and leave impression What's a Testarossa if you don't test 'em? Ain't your bitch unless you joystick undress 'em My presence, your pleasure, peasants, he's pressure I been knee-deep, ki deep, we at ZZ's, me and Lee Lee Get you fronted for the summer so easy The snow alone, fill up a mobile home My nigga's name ring like mobile phones and no one's home White back to back Rolls at my gates White slave master souls in my safe White python Manolo is the taste She want a Mike Tyson blow to the face Twist and turn, these guns blitz and burn Too many flip and turn, had to get rich to learn, uh The Bezos of the nasal, that's case closed Got a team full of J. Bo's on they toes Niggas measly, cheap as Riesling, believe me I can tell because your bitches look needy She want Mike Tyson blow to the face Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate Half price when the blow's in the crates means More ice for the Mo's and the Ace Made a million off a flow to the nase Niggas saying that it won't just a phase 911 Turbo with the glaze Top dollars poking holes in the case All you keyboard killers in your feelings, mad you ain't trending Mad, got you trickin' on your women Mad I don't hit 'em, I just spin 'em Gunning and I'm grinning, in a Bugatti in my denim This is the result of my vision, react with precision But God only knows my intention But selling dope is a religion, the hammer's in position I can show niggas the difference You niggas is screenwriters, we dream writers Took change and touched chains like King Midas Imitation is flattery, they seem like us But only 300 bricks can make you Leonidas My old plug asked the new plug to reunite us D class in my ears, now let me see you bite it She want Mike Tyson blow to the face I'm talkin' '96 Hov with the base She want Mike Tyson blow to the face Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate Half price when the blow's in the crates means More ice for the Mo's and the Ace Made a million off a flow to the nase Niggas saying that it won't just a phase 911 Turbo with the glaze Top dollars poking holes in the case
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