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Mansion
Pressa, Houdini, 6ixbuzz
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Uh, ayy
We kick her out of the mansion
Ay, y'all, look
Uh
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hanging, do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
I just bought a Cuban but feel like I got finessed
Her jewelers mixing diamonds, wanna know if I got stretched
My nigga lookin' at life, but can't imagine doing that
His lawyer a hundred thousand, try to come up your own half
I sped, pull up anywhere with money on my head
I, I be with them golden childs, go all in they dreads
I know some bitch niggas with problems they won't address
You see I done lost my nigga ain't no tellin' where he went
I was on the corner eating rice and chicken bones (bones)
I know I could trust that bitch with 20 bands, that she would hold
Screaming Wassi in every song man shit shit will never get old (uh)
Pure cocaine, if it's not it won't get sold
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion you dumb bitch
Small things, I look with how many niggas you come with
She uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
We uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hanging, do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions
I just bought some work, and that ho' bad, I ain't get Ka walled
Now her niggas dope impaired, they really thinkin' that its raw, uh
I was getting the pack all day for my pops, uh
I was serving the crack cocaine in my mom's house
Buckets circle the trap all night, merry-go-round
Whatever you do in the dark might come to the light if they talk about it
Bet you wanna come put up a fight, you gotta be grown about it
I could stomp big racks up in these mics, don't got illegal money
That nigga, he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it comin'
I never even gave that bitch a blah, I told her "beat it, honey"
Got so many options, can't even decide, too many labels want me
Up in the mansion and we livin' life, nigga, we made of money
She keep on nagging a nigga on dumb shit
You gon' get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb bitch
Small things, like look how much niggas you come with
She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets
We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to fuck up the city, destruction
My bitch just don't wanna hang and do cute shit
She keep on making up stupid assumptions (ay)
My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitch
My bitch don't wanna hang with your bitch