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I just poured a four up in the faygo Woke up the next day like where the day go Paper cups and blunts all on the table And I just turned my Gucci into play clothes I just poured an eight up in the Fanta Met me a new bitch while in Atlanta They be ringing me don't get no answer Don't you know I'm trying run these bands up Cup in my lap quarterback She threw it back recorded that Pour up a four need more than that Don't come to my city no touring that Don't give me no key cause I'm flooring that Give me no eagle I'm soaring that I don't want the pussy I'm good on that If I hit it one time then you boring after Curly be leaning before and after Plug on that act he not an actor She call me blessed I'm not a Pastor My bitch on the phone and she hear the laughter Why is you trippin' Limping round like I'm pimping H-town with the dentures Kick the door than we blitz em ma Your back can get blown Put your hands on your toes Get your hand out the bowl Bitch you bad and you know Got cash and you know Get a bag when I show Don't come to my home leave his cap at the door You cant really fuck with the team alright Mix faygo with the lean not sprite Cup number three cant see like mice I just say cheese and she drip like ice I just poured a four up in the faygo Woke up the next day like where the day go Paper cups and blunts all on the table And I just turned my Gucci into play clothes I just poured an eight up in the Fanta Met me a new bitch while in Atlanta They be ringing me don't get no answer Don't you know I'm trying run these bands up I like it froze like icee Head to my toes she like me I like them bold and feisty Cursing me out then fight me I took your hoe it's likely We can not text just write me Just want the sex no wifing On to the next I'm slicing Rocking Raf Simmons like Nikes Squeeze on that lemon like ice tea She eat it all just like ice cream She throw it back I'm like crikey I don't like sober no fun in that You think it's over another cap She call me cobra coming back I call her soldier never slack You know wassup cut Tap on the butt hut Just wanna fuck nut Licking me up yuck Sip out the cup stuck I just see green buck Fuck do you mean what I got that thing tucked You cant really fuck with the team alright Mix faygo with the lean not sprite Cup number three cant see like mice I just say please and she drip like ice I just poured a four up in the faygo Woke up the next day like where the day go Paper cups and blunts all on the table And I just turned my Gucci into play clothes I just poured an eight up in the fanta Met me a new bitch while in Atlanta They be ringing me don't get no answer Don't you know I'm trying run these bands up
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