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Ayo, Gil, fuck these niggas play that real trap shit
Yayo, yeah I need that yayo (he in his feelings)
La cocaina, everything (temporary emotions)
We all from the 4 too nigga
Y'all know we from the 4 (he got temporary emotions)
And we turn up every fucking day (I just copped Dior)
Let's get it, wen gon' get this money
Yeah, smoke big, big pack exotic, bad lil' bitch she top in Impala
Straight from the block to the mountains and rock
With some hitters and killers who smoke on some chronic
That bitch fire, marry me, Valentino camo clean
Mama I love you I just want to hug
You for all of the bad and everything
And they can't tame her, with her bad behavior
I think you need you a gangster
But fuck all that loving, baby give that brain, up to me
I just copped Dior, I don't care about the cost
I'm fresh up out the bank and now she wet, that bitch waterfall
Don't talk about love, it turn me off
If it ain't about money, declining the call
She hard headed, ass soft, she make me bust, blast off
The opps get no sympathy, ain't no feelings in me
I've been practicing my drip, I got Givenchy
Put them on a white tee, if he fuck with me
If he fuck with gang, then we make that nigga bleed
We gon' go, you know that I got feelings, I don't show that
Acting funny, watch me fall back, fake love, that shit's so wack
I'm 'bout money, where the dough at?
Don't you miss, cause I'ma blow back
Fuck your legs, fuck your body, I'ma aim where that fro at
One hit two hit, fuck the waiter, don't get no tip
I'm getting paper, this ain't no chips
This blue cheese, you lil' fucking bitch
I got my haters popping shit, they got no plan of stopping it
I'm on my way to top and they hate to see a nigga win big
Yeah, smoke big, big pack exotic, bad lil' bitch she top in Impala
Straight from the block to the mountains and rock
With some hitters and killers who smoke on some chronic
That bitch fire, marry me, Valentino camo clean
Mama I love you I just want to hug you
For all of the bad and everything
And they can't tame her, with her bad behavior
I think you need you a gangster
But fuck all the loving, baby give that brain, up to me
I'm up in that shit, ho shit
Ah ah bitch
That's, that's all
It's yo band
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