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kuru
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Ayy, I can tell you how it is but I know you not gonna like the truth
Figure what's on your mind so you can show me when to talk to you
I can throw this AM back quick like my homeboy used to do
Champagne in the backseat, how I like to move
Benz truck, not a taxi, know I ride too
I can show you how to make two thousand in an afternoon
Give up on a promise, I'm not tryna make a new excuse
Gettin' money with a whole team is what I like to do
You just buy a boat, need that is why I lie to you
Yellow like the color of my shoes, that's how I'm steppin' it
Know you can get it to the T, I'm assassin it
The cray cray all up on the four, not no damn president
Oh my, lost my head again, hope I don't stab in it
Throw back another fifty pills just for the start of this
Bitch is too competitive, I promise you're not gettin' any
No, I promise I never wanted to be a star
Look me in the eyes and tell me who you really are
All this way to L.E.S., let's put that bitch apart
I'm just tryna start a mess before I hit quick depart
Slidin' back again, I'm tryna touch the bar
I can't see a thing, I swear it's gettin' dark
All up on my toe if I lost at the clock
Watch, that's all I'm in my mind
I lost it, I done went insane inside of you
Want it then you got it, I put money on top of you
Can't do it without 'em, outside I just feel like audio
Pull up in a foreign, just a three, now I'm ridin' you
I need twenty bands, twenty bands, oughta wake up
It don't make no sense how you can't get your cake up
I know that you sad, that's too bad, stay awake up
I know that you sad, need my bills just like stick 'em
It's too bad I paid too, I count every second
I hope I try teach a lesson, grip like Smith & Wesson
Tell me please give me no sayin'
I'm 'bout to just answer your question
You can't help me to shut up, I'm tryna spread my message
Ayy, I can tell you how it is but I know you not gonna like the truth
Figure what's on your mind so you can show me when to talk to you
I can throw this AM back quick like my homeboy used to do
Champagne in the backseat, how I like to move
Benz truck, not a taxi, know I ride too
I can show you how to make two thousand in an afternoon
Give up on a promise, I'm not tryna make a new excuse