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Yung Lan on the track James about that check, boy My bitch got short hair like Sigourney Weaver She say she talk to aliens But she don't think no one believe her She said, "I hope that you don't think I'm crazy" She don't want me to leave her My house is full of narcotics This lifestyle that I live, illegal I be on medication, need to have a visitation - Act Chinese, these - imitating I'ma keep the fire on me like I'm incinerating I be having nightmares of the feds invading I be having bags in space, people invading I be on a King bed with queen butt - These - telling lies, these - pump faking I can see his body shaking, I can feel the vibrations He's about eight and just came and got a trey-eighty Woo, last night a - got abducted by a bad - And I got Dior on my fabric I just seen a UFO, I turned on the hazards Damn, her ass fat, know a - gotta grab it Lil' bae top ten, she way past average I just wanna make my M's and live lavish Pull up in a space coupe to pick up the backend Too much heartache, went through the Stargate Never met Batman, but a - two-faced Try to ride the waves, but you lil' - too late Talking to a witch doctor, I'ma do some Ayahuasca When a - in the booth, make sure I'm unbothered - Always hating on me, but a - unbothered Dead fresh drip like a - turned grave robber Everything up to date, I don't do late models Woo, I just want you and nobody else Addicted to the trap, I might need some help Paid 55 just to fasten this belt Woo, gotta feel on you, can't help myself These - selfish just helping they self Young black -, I was acquiring wealth I be having visions, I be feelin' real strange I be having feelings, I be switching up strains I just hit a - two hours, I'm drained I just seen a unidentified plane I like my chick with no make up, Plain Jane Her pussy like the pointers in these Cartier frames Got a trap spot in the CPN name I just sold three bags, like to serve, Dwyane Wade My bitch got short hair like Sigourney Weaver She say she talk to aliens But she don't think no one believe her She said, "I hope that you don't think I'm crazy" She don't want me to leave her My house is full of narcotics This lifestyle that I live, illegal I be on medication, need to have a visitation - Act Chinese, these - imitating I'ma keep the fire on me like I'm incinerating I be having nightmares of the feds invading I be having bags in space, people invading I be on a King bed with queen butt - These - telling lies, these - pump faking I can see his body shakin', I can feel the vibrations He's about eight and just came and got a trey-eighty
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