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What Out of juice huh She the type of freak that turn you up And get loose huh 20 in my pocket Got Dior on the boot huh Running out of hoes I know Tanzy gone recruit some Sticky in the Marley I do shows wit Ari x Party New season Marni And my leaf full of barney Teriyaki salmon with some fried calamari Yeen in my bracket I can't talk to you I'm sorry Chop Chop Chop Thats a stick in a party Chop Chop Chop All my bitches that's retarded Let they ass loose Cut em off Hoe I'm sorry Let they ass loose Cut em off Hoe I'm sorry Ass looking fat in that Juicy Couture Curls for the girls come and fuck with your boy Fuck with your boy Don't fuck over the boy Catching backends They got shows for the boy Hoes for the boy They wipe your nose for the boy Score for the boy Let's up the score on that boy Still loaded (hey) Feeling dizzy (ay) Pink fifties (ay) Fuck with me (hey) Flood they city (hey) Pretty kitty (ay) Let a nigga slide (slide) Let a nigga play (Play) Flew the bitch out to vegas and I ain't even fuck I ain't pressed for the pussy let me vibe you up Never pressed for the pussy let me live you up I ain't taking nothing less, I want five and up Talking about a 50 ball We was born to ball He just want to pop something Fell in love with fentanyl Drinking on some repo This that casa Man I need a freak hoe In me mi casa She gone cook me tacos and salmon pasta Paper its gone stay with me Like a locker You get on my bad side, imma block ya I just seen my dad side, what a shocker Know I keep them vibes on me, OG Parker Dog keep a stick on him Travis Barker Dog keep a stick on him Travis Barker
Writer(s): Kristopher Thomas Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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