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Are you coming with me e, be my fantasy (Sy, sy, sy) major, that's you? Are you coming with me e, be my fantasy (Sy, sy, sy) jabariOnTheBeat Yeah, 744 and that shit go vroom Drop the roof, blow smoke at the moon I'm tryna' live it up now In the moment 'cause Friends of mine tend to be gone too soon How much the watch? A lot, uh How much the bag? A lot, uh We pull up late at the Studio, whipping around, smokin' pot, uh Ferri and Saint Laurent, uh 'Course I had brought the mob, uh Bitches inside of the condo too crazy They doing these body shots Yeah, fuck with the boy, the don He catching a body shot Thinkin' of pulling up on 'ะตm Right here in this function You should not, no Got me somะต sons but I don't got a baby I use protection with my pretty lady I use protection, I carry my bladey Bitch are you down with me? There is no maybe I feel the energy up in my artery My brothers conjoined I swear they a part of me Everything I do is sounding like artistry I look at top and it is not far to me (No it's not, no it's not, no it's not) (Go) how much the watch? A lot, uh How much the bag? A lot, uh We pull up late at the Studio, whipping around smokin' pot, huh Bitch, I told you comet's back In time for armageddon, whoa She too horny when I link, she Told me put the head in, yeah There'll be people tryna' put some Lead in me like Zeppelin, yeah Goofiest DM 'bout some we were boys But I havenโ€™t heard of yeah I heard of industry talk but I Haven't heard of no industry walk I'll be killing the industry soon, on God They gon' need 'em some industry chalk (F'real) i might just sit and chill for now Count independent bills for now I met some boys in New York City and After we drop weโ€™ll shut it down (yeah, shut that bitch down) (Okay, let's go) Yeah, 744 and that shit go vroom Drop the roof, blow smoke at the moon I'm tryna' live it up now In the moment 'cause Friends of mine tend to be gone too soon How much the watch? A lot, uh How much the bag? A lot, uh We pull up late at the Studio, whipping around, smokin' pot, uh Ferri and Saint Laurent, uh 'Course I had brought the mob, uh Bitches inside of the condo too crazy They doing these body shots