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Yeah | Yeah | Hahaha
Yeah Yeah Hahaha You niggas know it's the gang or kill yourself right? Yeah Yup Red hat, black chucks, black 501's on That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone Yea, I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch I'm flyin' in a different city every night Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life Breaking down the weed I'm bout to make a plane A hundred niggas with me all reppin' Taylor gang Yeah, bitch Okay Yeah Yup Lot of niggas fake, but me I give these hoes faith Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste Out of this world need my own space Backseat and I'm a ride until the chrome break Big heat'll turn your body to a cold case She don't even make it rain she just throw me face Got some niggas quick to bang like they major pain Told Lil' mom I rep the gang she just say the same Yeah bitch If you see em point em out If you see em point em out There's a bad bitch in here If you see her point her out There's a bad bitch in here If you see her point her out Yeah, yup You show up to concerts looking like a fan I pull up in car service looking like the man Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican I don't talk much too many niggas hatin' Bout a booty that's my type of conversation I dropped a little change on these hater frames Took her car keys and let her played the Wayne Mhm, you little bitch and go and pick that money up not 'cause I said so, 'cause you want to, ah
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