
Mark Zuckerberg BIGBABYGUCCI
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[Intro]
Evan, is that you?
Yeah (jackpott)
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Baby girl on my neck like a puddle
I got money for you if you fuck it
[?] full of baddies in a huddle
Young nigga get money like Zucker
Think you gettin' some money, you funny
Girl, I'll probably admit you a dummy
Bitch, I'm work day 'n' night, it's like Cudi
You ain't want me, I'm fuckin' ya buddy (Come on)
[Verse]
You ain't want me, I'm fuckin' ya friend (Come on)
Bitch, I'm ballin', I'm not like ya mans
That ol' lil' ho is stuck in the past
'Cause she know that she always this bad
She ain't got no bag on her (Come on)
Can't call no flag on us (Come on)
You don't really wanna buy in with us
We'll fuck 'round, hang 'em up
Got all this pain of living
Got all this paint I'm sippin'
Got all these hoes I'm tricking
But I can't take them where I'm livin'
Big Glock, that'll burn like incense
I'll fall back in, I'm in it
I pour up the paint (Yeah)
She gon' do what I say (Yeah)
Got more songs than Drake (Yeah)
Bitch, I'll blow up the bank
Even though they gon' hate (They gon' hate), we keepin' that thing on us (Thing on us)
Evan, is that you?
Yeah (jackpott)
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Baby girl on my neck like a puddle
I got money for you if you fuck it
[?] full of baddies in a huddle
Young nigga get money like Zucker
Think you gettin' some money, you funny
Girl, I'll probably admit you a dummy
Bitch, I'm work day 'n' night, it's like Cudi
You ain't want me, I'm fuckin' ya buddy (Come on)
[Verse]
You ain't want me, I'm fuckin' ya friend (Come on)
Bitch, I'm ballin', I'm not like ya mans
That ol' lil' ho is stuck in the past
'Cause she know that she always this bad
She ain't got no bag on her (Come on)
Can't call no flag on us (Come on)
You don't really wanna buy in with us
We'll fuck 'round, hang 'em up
Got all this pain of living
Got all this paint I'm sippin'
Got all these hoes I'm tricking
But I can't take them where I'm livin'
Big Glock, that'll burn like incense
I'll fall back in, I'm in it
I pour up the paint (Yeah)
She gon' do what I say (Yeah)
Got more songs than Drake (Yeah)
Bitch, I'll blow up the bank
Even though they gon' hate (They gon' hate), we keepin' that thing on us (Thing on us)
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