fifty five
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Yeah
Told my momma I'm finna be great
Just gotta give me time
She forty five right now
She gone be rich as hell by fifty five
My plug got loud, loud, loud
I told that nigga, "slide"
My shorty coming through
She got some dope that she could mix with mine
I get control of what's mine
I call it Mr. Geppetto
Everyday, I'm rising to the top
I got some [?] stilettos
I don't discriminize but I really like my bitches yellow
I can make this [?] crack a bitch
Feel like she in the ghetto
Or she in the hood
I don't want her people from the country
And that ain't really good
Because they the type to lynch a nigga
Run around in pointed hoods
So, I'm going to run away like I was jugging some imported goods
9 times out of 10, I don't give one fuck
She said the sex was great
But that's a bitch that I will unfuck
Dollars hanging out my pocket
That shit untucked
Sike, nigga
I use my fucking card, I ain't no dumbfuck
Aye
Ever had a bullet, in your belly
You want a tummy tuck
Said that you want beef with a nigga
But why am I untouched
And I'm still pulling white hoes
Call it buddy butt
(Stop, stop, stop)
(What do you mean by that?)