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Heavy on the SSO shit, man | Loyalty over royalty, y'all niggas know the vibes | Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch
Heavy on the SSO shit, man Loyalty over royalty, y'all niggas know the vibes Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch Whoopty, bitch, I'm outside, it's a movie, huh (whoopty) Blue cheese, I swear, I'm addicted to blue cheese I gotta stick to this paper-like loose leaf Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece You can have your bitch back, she a groupie She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (skrrt) Swagged out, for Milly we bringing them gats out I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out) I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shooting I don't shake 'til thеy Ruth Chris (my shooters, my shooters, they shooting) I get the breesh, then it's adiós If I'm with your treesh, thеn she's giving throat When I see police, then we getting low That's another piece, that's another Zoe Ice in the VV's, now she's down to get treeshy I got all this water on me like FIJI Bitch, I'm posted up with Hats and the Sleezys Smokin' the zaza, it go straight to the māthā Then I'm uppin' the choppa I'm hittin' the cha-cha, open his lata Then he dancin' bachata Smokin' the zaza, it go straight to the māthā Then I'm uppin' the choppa I'm hittin' the cha-cha, then I open his lata Then he dancin' bachata Whoopty, bitch, I'm outside, it's a movie, huh (whoopty) Blue cheese, I swear, I'm addicted to blue cheese I gotta stick to this paper-like loose leaf Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece You can have your bitch back, she a groupie She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (skrrt) Swagged out, for Milly we bringing them gats out I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out) I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shooting I don't shake 'til thеy Ruth Chris (shooters, they shooting) Swagged out, for Milly we bringing them gats out I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out) I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shooting I won't take her to Ruth's Chris (and my shooters, they shootin')
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