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Yeah (one, two, three, let's go) | Bitch, I look just like my mama, tick-tick, time to heat it up like a sauna | Yo' negro hit cha-cha, lil' dance li…
Yeah (one, two, three, let's go) Bitch, I look just like my mama, tick-tick, time to heat it up like a sauna Yo' negro hit cha-cha, lil' dance like La Bamba Thumper might drop if I stomp in these Converse Why are you mad, little bitch? Get some commas Pitty-pat pockets lookin' celiac, kitty fat Ay, Chike, bro, let's bring the city back Really that guy (hm), what he really on? Shit, for now, call me Mr. Hundred Million, goddamn Bet a bitch get tired before I stop throwin' money Bitch, this thuggin' in my vein, don't need it tatted on my stomach Dawg call it pita bread, big bag, I mean hummus Never stress about a bitch, I re-up in three months Then I take one step back, and ten forward I let niggas copy me, copy that, 10-4 Hos sent, send the text, these hos weak, send more, nigga (one, two, three, let's go) Bitch, I'm sorry, snuck it in the party Said you're gettin' guap, niggas lyin' like safari Hate when a bird ask questions, like, "What are we?" Got me runnin' with that long stick in hand like Sha'Carri (uh) P-noid, I don't play 'round Brodie said he'll swing and slide for me, he a playground (ay, ay, ay) Bitch, I'm too rich to use a Zelle or a PayPal I stuff so many bitches in the Rolls, shit a Greyhound (hm) I dot my Is, but I'll never cross my nigga T (nigga) They just starin' 'cause they scared, you know how niggas be You hittin' send on a Tweet, nigga, hit the streets I wake up and thank God for makin' me what I'm meant to be Ion even play fair, niggas know what's up Catch a opp in the club, might blow it up I'm from the land, where you from? Nigga, throw it up (one, two, three, let's go) Ay, ay, baby, I'm the keyboard killer, tour seat filler Mr. New Ting in the G4 with her Big feet, big league, you's a D4 nigga Me and Jasper, the purple and gold floor sitter E'rybody sittin' front row ain't a fan E'rybody that you cool with ain't ya mans Niggas jealous of me, still shook my mama hand Fuck all that bidness, under ten toes, I stand, nigga Bitch, I smell like new money, yeah, sponsor shoe money In her throat, like Throat Coat, tea bags, and two honeys Only do what niggas dream of or can't even imagine Try to throw me off my pivot, but the check say New Balance Let me loose, huh, let me through Hoppin' the fence to the top, T came gave me a boost Niggas book, chunk the deuce, I do movies, you do spoofs Consider this shit easy math, the way I calculate my moves (one, two, three, let's go) Ay, nigga, CHROMAKOPIA, I had my guard down Crackers tried to say I only rap about my cars now I'm the only one who left the block and turned the car 'round And picked my niggas up, sorry if I'm tryna bar out Stop judgin' buddy loss if you don't show him ways of winnin' Stop sayin', "Free the homie" if you know that nigga did it Is it ballot or the bullet? 'Cause I'm votin' for the killin' We gon' burn this bitch down, put the fire to the ceilin', nigga, uh Bitch, you know it's first Sunday like Katt Williams Blow her back out out, then I hit while her back healin' Catch 'em out back, backdoor 'em, then I'm back chillin' Weak bitch, peaked in high school, can't get back that feelin', uh Yeah, that's right, the wanna DAZN, box me in But I ain't goin' without a fight Bitch, the whip so white, I had to let it read my rights It be the niggas I'm better than sayin' they can't see the hype, tough (one, two, three, let's go) Ay, ay, my mama prayed for me, but I still keep blammer (yup) Your bitch is not bad, you just have low standards I'm him, bow down, nigga, where is your manners? (Come on) When I walk in, phone down, I don't like cameras (come on) If that big fella catch you, I can't help you I'm Santa, got a big bag with a elf, too Two car keys, seven Ms on the belt loop And I skrrt off, tires smell like I melt boot, big feet Big Chike, bitch, I got big dick Yo' attitude don't match your pockets, wait a minute, big ick, ugh Been called the blitz, she turned around, hit stick, ugh Career on tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom I got way too much confidence for a bitch I got way too much chip and dip on a ho I got way too much, I can't keep it on the low, hm I got way too much, huh, I got way too much
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