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作曲 : Memphis MoneyBags | I popped a bean and I gave my b***h a xanny | I pour up clean out the pint and I don't measure
作曲 : Memphis MoneyBags [chorus] I popped a bean and I gave my b***h a xanny I pour up clean out the pint and I don't measure I up that thing on your click, might cause a hazard I'm from the old school cut, let's put on .... Remember highschool, nigga I was dripping in belly Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali' In the YSL family, first we established Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage [verse] I need D my size With this drip, b***h better catch me outside I only want Forgiato rims when I ride And a fully loaded FN on my side I know my bro won't lose his hope 'fore I free him out the chain gang I run with locs, they can get it for the low, these young niggas gang bang All a real street nigga wanna do is stack it up and maintain Then jump out 'Rari on these b*****s, letting these chains swang Got some VVS's these ain't VS1 Brand new Balmain boots, nigga don't get stepped on Got yo main b***h with me holding my left arm And they wanted me to stop, muh****er I kept going B***h thought she was my girl, had to pass her like Brett Favre On a brand new G5 taking off like NASA Wild lil' beast better move on the street like a jaguar And she'll stress 'till I eat that fish like Alaska [chorus] I popped a bean and I gave my b***h a xanny I pour up clean out the pint and I don't measure I up that thing on your click, might cause a hazard I'm from the old school cut, let's put on ... Remember highschool, nigga I was dripping in belly Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali' In the YSL family, first we established Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage [verse] I can't tell no lies On the private island where we reside I don't need no stylist with the shit I buy I put that shit on ... I feel like Al Capone, play with me you die She could type, connect this shit to the ties New wristwatch, iced my shit 'fore I strive It came with all lies Protect my pride [chorus] I popped a bean and I gave my b***h a xanny I pour up clean out the pint and I don't measure I up that thing on your click, might cause a hazard I'm from the old school cut, let's put on ... Remember highschool, nigga I was dripping in belly Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali' In the YSL family, first we established Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage
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