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Yup, yup, yup, yup, ayoooh Yup, yup, yup, yup, ayoooh (big cash) Yup, yup, yup, yup, ayoooh Yup, yup, yup, yup Fire bitties to the flow right now (right now) Eat her up, show her how you get down (get down) Off the drank, yeah, she finna go rounds (go rounds) Fuck it up, fuck it up, hit the ground (hit the ground) Eat her up, eat her up, eat her up (ooh shit) Eat her up, eat her up, eat her up (ooh shit) Eat her up, eat her up, eat her up (ooh shit) Eat her up, eat her up, eat her up Ooh, throwing plenty hunnids in the club (goddamn), yeah With my niggas, we don't give a fuck, ooh Baddie said she finna pull up Yeah, we off the drank, yeah, we finna go up And the party lookin' for the Jay-ay-ays Santa Claus, yeah, I'm tryna slay-ay-ay No talk, get them outta the way-ay-ay I can bestie up, they like "aye-aye-aye" I've bronze nails, dumb baby, lookin' fleek 30 inches to your ass, ooh, I'm tryna see And she brought her money, get her shit done every week And she ridin' fast, she, she don't need a key Big Frank your friend, so I got a three, man She gon' eat her up, eat her up with no hands Leanin' off the drank, but this ain't no kickstand Yeah, I'm tryna crash you, baby, we ain't playin' no cans (no, no) Fire bitties to the flow right now (right now) Eat her up, show her how you get down (get down) Off the drank, yeah, she finna go rounds (go rounds) Fuck it up, fuck it up, hit the ground (hit the ground) Eat her up, eat her up, eat her up (ooh shit) Eat her up, eat her up, eat her up (ooh shit) Eat her up, eat her up, eat her up (ooh shit) Eat her up, eat her up, eat her up
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