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[Chorus: 1nonly]
Shit, get you [?], bitch, like, damn
Lil' bitch, you want that smoke? I'm wit' that shit
Can't cuff no thot, can't love no bitch
You want this guap? Better finish that shit
Say, "girl, just come back, bitch, spin back back,"
2K Louis pants? I get that
Got two .45s in a kickback
You talk yo' shit, you could wish that, bitch, like—
[Verse: Ciscaux]
This girl on top of my dick, girl, that's spider
I'm sleek with the words 'cause I grew up a liar
Girl, I'm good with the hands 'cause I grew up a fighter
She hop on this shit just to prove she a rider
Man, who want that smoke? Man, this choppa gon' get it
These boys, that want beef need to focus on lettuce
I pull up on him on him when he home and give him a pop quiz
If that fuck-boy just wanna show credit like
Girl, come through, let's fuck at the party, 'bout to run through
All this money on the table, might stun you
Talk shit, I'ma hit 'em with the onе, two
Smoke in my eye, gotta opеn up the sunroof
Let me talk my shit, uh, baby girl, this just how we live, like
This ain't that, ain't that? Ain't this?
I count my bread and stack my chips, like, bitch
These Nike SB's cost five bills
Gotta get through the party, need five pills
She a star, only see her in the night time
Wonder why she obsessed with the night life?
This might be y'all only chance
Why don't you give me this dance?
No designer on, I'm just in my Vans
I just blow a kiss and then wave my hand, like—
[Chorus: 1nonly]
Shit, get you [?], bitch, like, damn
Lil' bitch, you want that smoke? I'm wit' that shit
Can't cuff no thot, can't love no bitch
You want this guap? Better finish that shit
Say, "girl, just come back, bitch, spin back back,"
2K Louis pants? I get that
Got two .45s in a kickback
You talk yo' shit, you could wish that, bitch, like—
[Verse: Ciscaux]
This girl on top of my dick, girl, that's spider
I'm sleek with the words 'cause I grew up a liar
Girl, I'm good with the hands 'cause I grew up a fighter
She hop on this shit just to prove she a rider
Man, who want that smoke? Man, this choppa gon' get it
These boys, that want beef need to focus on lettuce
I pull up on him on him when he home and give him a pop quiz
If that fuck-boy just wanna show credit like
Girl, come through, let's fuck at the party, 'bout to run through
All this money on the table, might stun you
Talk shit, I'ma hit 'em with the onе, two
Smoke in my eye, gotta opеn up the sunroof
Let me talk my shit, uh, baby girl, this just how we live, like
This ain't that, ain't that? Ain't this?
I count my bread and stack my chips, like, bitch
These Nike SB's cost five bills
Gotta get through the party, need five pills
She a star, only see her in the night time
Wonder why she obsessed with the night life?
This might be y'all only chance
Why don't you give me this dance?
No designer on, I'm just in my Vans
I just blow a kiss and then wave my hand, like—
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