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Work of Art
Shoreline Mafia
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OhGeesy
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Fenix Flexin
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Yeah
Niggas can't fuck with Baby E
If I ain't making money, I don't want you mad at me
Bae, I got a question, tell me, what's your salary?
You a work of art, you belong in a gallery
We can run it up, burn a lot of calories
You broke, sit away, I got allergies
Getting too much money, is that why these niggas mad at me?
Too turnt up, yeah, that's the way I had to be
We going out bad, out sad, what a tragedy
Top notch bitches, I don't fuck with hoes that's raggedy
Can't you see, baby girl, that's why I'm fucking with you?
Green twenties, pink fifties, and the hundreds is blue
One day you'll be my bitch and I'ma run it by you
New shoes, new bag, I might get you a coupe
Put you on something new, give you residuals too
You don't got to say you feeling me, I'm feeling you too
Take a dip in the jacuzzi and then swim in the pool
Order takeout, smoke a blunt with it too
Pop a glass of that, get drunk with it too
You can bring your best friend, she gon' fuck with it too
Know you fucking with a gangster, a gentleman too
Careful when you fuck with me, get stuck like some glue
It's money on the farm, I'm picking up every time
Know I need every penny, but I ain't dropping no dimes
If I ain't picking off your plate, why you picking off mine?
I swear that pussy do voodoo, lil' baby still on my mind
When I look up in the past, I came a long way
R.I.P. the dead homies, I miss 'em all day
You posting jewelry on the 'Gram, but it's all fake
Cut my grass, I looked down, it was all snakes
Jizzy finna pick me up ten times if I fall eight
Lil' baby know I got some long dick and some long pape'
Brought some molly with me, fuck her right, we made a whole tape
Nut up in her mouth, all he tasted was some Colgate
Rag flipper, cash getter, tryna grab niggas
I ain't tryna squabble, ain't no blicky, I'ma stab niggas
You know we gon' stand on business like a businessman
Peanut butter Gen 5, spinning like a ceiling fan
Who need it? Huh, ayy
We on they block, buns on us, yeah, we tryna kill a demon
Huh, ayy
Spin they block, double back, I'm tryna help that nigga breathe
But it's too late, all these niggas too fake
But pop it like they shoot K's
You know I got that waterboy like Bobby Boucher
I just made a hundred twenty thousand off of two plays
Play with us, you know we on your top, we on your toupee
I been tryna ball since a jit, not no 2K
This dope'll make a nigga jump back and fix a two-face
That pussy bomb as hell, that's my baby, that's my boo thang
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