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Aunt Jemima

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I can't leave the house, they might be like, "Where you go?" Che done called me up, said, "They tryna steal our flow" We just put five chops in the back of the rental She said, "I like your jacket," but this is a Moncler coat She thought this shit was Gucci but I told her, "BB Simon" Niggas gettin' mad, they don't like the way we living If I wasn't rappin', I'd be swiping or in prison This ain't Benihanas, you can't watch me make this chicken This ain't Benihanas, when she eat it, finger lickin' Dog can't get caught so wะต shootin' from a distance I pull the Glock out I got a Maybach, we pulling thะต top out ACDC, where did I rock out? All eyes on me, so I'm feelin' like Pac now Bitch, I can't see so I'm spilling the Wock' out Walk in the party then, bitch, I'ma walk out Walk in the crib and I'm pulling my cock out Bitch, It's Romani and Spec, we on top now I kill a nigga, they need a white chalk out He keep on talkin', I'm pulling the chop out Walk in the block, I walk out the block My bitch a nerd, she checkin' the stocks Bitch, I was a glass, but now I'm a lock (Like, you get it right, 'cause, you know, [?]) I need the bread, I want it a lot Choppa gang, we got chops We don't hang, we just rock Who killed your man, I think that I did that I already spinned, I think we gon' spin back (Fuck?) Give me my pin back Your bitch a pig, where the chinny-chin-chin at? Bitch, I'ma eat on the beat, where the din' at? Think she a barbie, like give me my Ken back Your brother dead, you ain't getting your kin back I'm finna clap at his feet like a flip-flap Fuck, or maybe a flip-flop Your bitch, she doing my dance on the Tik-Tok I spent a band on a muh'fuckin' wrist watch My money fat and it's lookin' like Rick Ross Who the fuck in here? My money way too fat like Peter I need a pint so I'm pouring the liter Niggas be weird, they acting likeโ€” What's that smell? Feel like DaBaby, pack in the mail I'm in the mix, not no trail You send him up, we send him to hell She keep on talking but I do not care Look at my left hand, strap in the air Glock make him sit down, give him a chair Indian plug, said, "Where is-