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[lyrics]
hop in a push start
put my ho in vivienne and a lil goyard,
she conceited,
bitch im gleaming w my niggas we finna go far,
tell your man chill out unless he wanna be on a chart,
moving the pounds I need a bavarian car,
get hit with the tool anytime it don't gotta be dark,
big weight bitch I turned to a shark,
these niggas bread short, Bonaparte,
stomped in the bapestas all he seen was stars,
need my bread large, make your block a cinemark,
ten stories up in a loft,
forgot what I bought,
you a opp better not get caught,
stay w a pack getting off,
in that polo sport like I'm finna golf,
now I'm at sacs fifth 5 months ago had to shop at the ross,
getting the racks quick m760li skrt off,
these niggas and bitches lost,
I aint have a bed, now I got knots,
got a beam and its red aim that at a fuck nigga head make his body drop,
three tabs gone,
you know I stay w the strong bitch trying to act like she don't know right from wrong,
I made it out the bottom,
nigga don't want no problem,
50 round chew a limb up like piranhas,
need my bitch in Prada,
ball hard but I am not on a roster,
im in Dior,
this not Gabbana,
you can have that bitch I got a lot of them,
this hundreds piling up,
keep the crumbs,
and your opinion,
im in the trench,
toting a big gun ...
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