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I came back now, getting all this guap I don't think about the past now Paper so long, I might fuck around and cash out Everyone on my side, now I got a bag and I tell her, "Say goodbye" Yeah I'm in my zone, yeah, they asking how I do this Right up in a whip, yeah, I hit it, now I'm moving Speaking my own language, yeah, the fans and me are fluent Gotta pay my dues and respect to the truest Restless, checklist, got it done, I'm reckless People talk about me, but they wouldn't ever test this Hella fake shawtiеs, yeah, they wonder why wе exes Pulling on my strings, yeah, they wonder why I left this Yeah, the bands, yeah, the bands, yeah, the bands turn me on Got em bands for my friends, no more bands for my love Pull up in a droptop, skrt off in the sun Yeah, you fake a lot-lot, baby we are done I just wanna go and fly, oh Why you always spreading lies, no Yeah you had me hypnotized, oh I would give another try, now I came back now, getting all this guap I don't think about the past now Paper so long, I might fuck around and cash out Everyone on my side, now I got a bag and I tell her, "Say goodbye" Yeah I'm in my zone, yeah, they asking how I do this Right up in a whip, yeah, I hit it, now I'm moving Speaking my own language, yeah, the fans and me are fluent Gotta pay my dues and respect to the truest Yuh, all my brothers tryna eat and we gon do it Know the bros gon have my back, we ever get into it Gotta dream and I won't stop, they know I gotta go pursue it With the team and when I blow I'm telling everyone I knew it, yuh Hellcats speed racing, I just want a check nigga Apply that pressure so my foot is on they neck, nigga I'm going up, I just want all of my checks bigger People round me tripping nowadays, I'm feeling stressed nigga Bouta make it so I'm never gon stop With the gang and we too solid, why y'all talking to the cops? I'm feeling different. wanna bust me down a watch Bout to pass all of the odds and go and chill up at the top I came back now, getting all this guap I don't think about the past now Paper so long, I might fuck around and cash out Everyone on my side, now I got a bag and I tell her, "Say goodbye" Yeah I'm in my zone, yeah, they asking how I do this Right up in a whip, yeah, I hit it, now I'm moving Speaking my own language, yeah, the fans and me are fluent Gotta pay my dues and respect to the truest
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