I LEFT MY RICHARD MILLIE $NOT

[Intro]
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Yuh, ayy, fuck it
(Hahaha)
Fuck, yuh, ayy
Yuh, ayy
Man, I left somethin' at yo' house, right here
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
Man, I left somethin' at yo' house, and I gotta get it (Uh-huh)
No ifs and buts about it, bitch, bro, I'm really with it (Huh?)
Bustin' at your faded windows, all-black, dirty tenant (Yuh)
Yeah, she timid, real wicked, got a bad bitch limit (Bitch)
Man, I left somethin' at yo' house, and I gotta get it (Gotta get it)
No ifs and buts about it, bitch, bro, I'm really with it (Huh?)
Bustin' at your faded windows, all-black, dirty tenant (Yuh)
Yeah, she timid, real wicked, got a bad bitch limit

[Verse]
Wanna meet me at my crib, 1937 mission (Yuh)
Bust a cup, make a right, I'll be in your vision (I'll be)
If I got a problem with a bitch, I won't even listen (Yuh)
If I got a problem with a boy, keep a tool to fix it (Yuh)
Lame-ass lil' nigga, and he rockin' True Religion (True)
I'ma teach you how to be a man, lil' nigga, listen (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
I'ma teach you how to be a man, most y'all niggas bitches (Yuh)
This that boss shit, mob shit, ride around with a mop stick
When I hit these fuckin' niggas, thirty-thousand to their head (Yuh)
And if you don't kill him, bring him back fuckin' dead (Bitch)
And, bro, I love a bitch that's suckin' dick until it's red (Haha)
The money comin' in, hundred milli' on the bed (Yuh)
Richard Milles on my wrist, golden Cubans on my neck (Yuh)
Richard Mille with the fit, with an all-black vest (Uh-huh), yuh
Fuckin' suck it, suck it, fuckin' suck it, bitch (Yuh)
Causin' ruckus with this bitch, with extended clips (Yuh)