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You can ask Lauren, Zepporah and Kira | I Saint Laurent | I Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that
You can ask Lauren, Zepporah and Kira I Saint Laurent I Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that Bought my hos some Amiri I been gettin' money, it's old and delirious You can ask Lauren, Zepporah and Kira 'nem I've been rich nigga before the millennium Smokin' this dope to control the adrenaline Sharpshooter aimin', I sold out the innocence Star in a bank, in the courtroom, a criminal I just bought bae a brand-new Maserati truck Gotta slide on the opp, she said, "Not in my truck" Gon' fire, if it's not, then it's not in my blunt I been climbin' to the top, and I'm tryin' not to jump Anybody seein' roof, to the top my car I'ma tell the whole truth, I'ma try not to stunt Diamonds in the tooth from the back and into the front Big mama, Lil Tunechi, dick fatter than her, I'ma platter to her I told her eat it, I'm lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it I been gettin' dough, I just had to redeem it I just talked to Hov, and he told me he seen me Funny, heard the same thing when I talked to Stevie, damn And I left 'em, just do it to flex up And I left 'em, just do it to flex up And they askin' me to do it to flex up Took a selfie of me, hold the checks up I'm like zero degrees from the neck up If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her If she get off her knees, it's a setup, yeah, I told her eat it I'm lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it I been gettin' dough, I just had to redeem it I just talked to Hov, and he told me he seen me Same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that I ain't got no limits, credit card, it don't max Spend it all on my kids, they gon' ball like their dad When you only know riches, you don't know the rags And we war over flags if you don't know the half You get caught in a jam I might spend a lil' bread, send some niggas in red To come treat your head like bologna and ham I'm at home with a ma'am, she want only a tan I see only her ass and she only a fan I say, "I understand," but I don't understand Said she hot on the 'Gram, bitch, I'm hot out the pan, I found out she a stan If you ain't got that bag, then that private don't land Slimey, do not test me, I'm your final exam Don't care how much you crammin' If you think it's sweet, turn your body to yams Mm, eat it, lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it Give her a pole, she turn into Houdini Just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me Funny, same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie, uh And I left 'em, just do it to flex up I also need to do it to flex up And I left me to do, I ain't F-in' with you Took a selfie of me, throwin' checks up I'm like zero degrees from the neck up If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her If she get off her knees, it's a setup, I told her eat it Lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it Dicked down some hos, caught feelings, retreated I just talked to Hov, and he told me he seen me Same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie And I left 'em, just do it to flex up I also need to do it to flex up I ain't F-in' with you, nigga, flex up Take a selfie with me, throwin' checks up I'm like zero degrees from the neck up If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her If she get off her knees, it's a setup
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