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Yeah | Yeah | Playin' with yourself, I'm poppin' pills
Yeah Yeah Playin' with yourself, I'm poppin' pills Had a long night, but need some more in me Had to switch the form, got a new technique Had to get it goin', put a lock on me Made it off the block into the hills Slidin' in the foreign, got a four with me Had to switch the form, got a new technique Had to get it goin', put a lock on me (hahaha) Knocked down that bitch, put a Glock on the switch Passin' out these pills, I done told you how to kill 'em I done told you how to flip it, I done told you how to dress I done told you how to pimp it (how to pimp it) Designer my clothes, I designer my girl Money, more mud, I mix codeine on her From the bando to Tokyo, different flavor Strapped with a pole and I'm talkin' with my chest out Hang with the bros, we in Turks with the best of 'em Somethin' like a pro athlete, the way I crossed over Trap nigga, extravaganza, I told you One, two, three Phantoms pullin' up and I showed you Mud in my drink, I got mud on my shoulder (on my shoulder) Cookin' models up, poppin' bottles up I'ma lose sense, and the coupe in it, go and speedin' in it Gotta wear diamonds, like it's a part of my religion Playin' with yourself, I'm poppin' pills Had a long night, but need some more in me Had to switch the form, got a new technique Had to get it goin', put a lock on me Made it off the block into the hills Slidin' in the foreign, got a four with me Had to switch the form, got a new technique Had to get it goin', put a lock on me Somethin' gettin' got, I gotta give Either way it go, you know, it is what it is Flip flop the soda, 'til it mix what it fizz Try to payola, that's a stitch in the biz' I've been in Hoda, cookin' hits at the Ritz Got a couple comin' over for visits from the strip Love to come over for events to get bent You leave with all your sins and then you try to repent (yeah) Matchin' Wockesha, matchin' Wockesha Pour another liter, now I gotta eat her Now I gotta eat her Playin' with yourself, I'm poppin' pills Had a long night, but need some more in me Had to switch the form, got a new technique Had to get it goin', put a lock on me Made it off the block into the hills Slidin' to the Palms, got a four with me Had to switch the form, got a new technique Had to get it goin', put a lock on me Made it to the block, to the hills Ain't answer my thoughts on these pills Put chef through the block, poppin' a seal I got chip on me that ain't for sale I get it, I'm a boss, pushin' 'til it ain't no limit I spit in my bitch mouth, tell her, "Keep hoes out our business" Got an iced out her cross, but ain't doin' no repentin' Money stuck to me, like this mink (Metro) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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