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Gianni, this shit is crazy
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All day eating cooling seats, yeah
Where that bush? Where that bush? Where that bush, Lil Kane?
Chopsticks, I keep on eating hibachi, lo mein
Poppin', wish you could tell me something, hey, no way
Hey, bitch, make a way, wipe that lil' face away
I smoke, smoke, no labor day
This bitch came to play my serve, you can't play today, hey
Wash my pain away, that money be bringing me right today
I'm calling that bitch, we can ride away
Valentino, we can't tie today
Wear Gucci and Gucci the other way
Keep pouring up the syrup, it's a flood today
Keep pouring up the syrup, it's love today
Hope it not get on my nerves today
I fuck around and go start a purge today
I been losing memory, need a new vertebrae
I can't stick it out, them hoes came with curves today
Hood ho, riding 'round, my coon, Joe
Bitch, you knew though, hey, why watch the view though?
Hey, what you doing, bro? Za keep kicking me like judo
Gotta keep my cool, bro, I'm in my bag like two though
I'm geeking like I went to school
I'm geeking like I went to school, bro
Too old German, it matching his moves
Too old slick, he working it smooth, bro
Bitch, that bitch serving, I'm having it working
A whole lot of ho, dog food
Shorty, I ain't playing, I came with
Some tabs on purpose, forgot the taboo
I got some game, I'm trying to run by your
Bitch, tear down her whole grade by stoop
Stick up, turn around, lay around, nigga
Shut the fuck up, man, I'm talking to you too
Stick up, turn around, lay around, nigga
Shut the fuck up, man, I'm talking to you, trr
How is it every bitch wanna fuck now?
How I'm supposed to remember you?
I had to pick up my slack, whip pick up that pack
I probably got more money than your dad
I want my old bitch back, I went got her back
I put the bitch back, hey, I came from a rag
I went and got rich, and went to go get with you rags
Ain't tryna wait on you, bitch, tryna pay for that pussy
'Cause I want it bad, act like you faded and shit
Ayy, quit all that faking, I'm probably finna slap you
I'm on top, ask God, I popped another pill
Bitch, I'm the champ, my son, I'm geeking for real
I'm geeking for real, I need to go talk to the pastor
Murder for hire, but I got a free kill
Hey, I'll tell you 'bout it after
All day eating cooling seats, yeah
Where that bush? Where that bush? Where that bush, Lil Kane?
Chopsticks, I keep on eating hibachi, lo mein
Poppin', wish you could tell me something, hey, no way