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Spider (Hey) | Hey (SEX, Spider, SEX) | Yeah, I'm on that drank, I'm 'bout to kill (Woah)
Spider (Hey) Hey (SEX, Spider, SEX) Yeah, I'm on that drank, I'm 'bout to kill (Woah) I got the drop, I got the kill (Woah) Takin' a bitch, I got the seal (Yeah) I got this peppermint patty, it's teal She off the boat and she came from Israel Fuck from the back until I'm smacked Smoke on that thrax, I'm on strawberry peels Strawberry peels, strawberry peels Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) Strawberry peels Cop what I want and my wrist and my style is on crunk and it's real Half of my niggas get high off a seal Brand new pints and they all teal I put my dick in her bladder, yeah, yeah And I'm fuckin' her friends and they all here Strawberry peels, strawberry peels Strawberry peels, strawberry peels Strawberry peels, strawberry peels Strawberry peels, strawberry peels Strawberry peels, strawberry peels Strawberry peels, strawberry peels Flooded the wrist Let my bro hit her, I'm good with assist (Good) Know it's expensive, can tell by the stitch (Why?) Crept in the club with 30 in the stick (30) VLONE, Chrome Heart, it's still stuck on the rich She can't talk right now 'cause she suckin' this dick YSL slatt life, we slimy and slick (Slatt) Got a young bull that pull up, let it spit (Bull) He hit and don't miss Hop out a jet, hop in a Rolls Icy Patek straight off of shows (Straight off of shows) I want the platinum, I'm cool on the gold She suckin' it 'til the snot come out her nose (Wow) I bought an old Cutlass, I set it on fours (Set it on fours) I pop me a pill, I feel geeked up for sure You front me a pack, I'ma go get it sold Young Wunna, Young Wunna, I can't break the code (Young Wunna) I bend her over, I make her kneel Stand on my money like my name Shaquille Construction man, runnin' right through these drills I cannot breathe 'cause there's ice on my gills She give me brain, that's that Urkel and chill She mixed with white, told her my name Jahlil Uzi too rich, man, how does it feel? Tryna be humble, man, I ain't tryna kill They walk on my heels, my heels made of steel That's no oil my spill, I burnt off the wheel She ate up the deal My baby so spoiled just like some old milk The paint on my whip, it's already peeled Put my dick in her gut, it's just for the guilt Fuckin' this bitch, did that right on film I need the beat, that's just for the stems (Yeah) Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah) Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
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