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Catching me switching lane to lane paper chasing in that thang Got a different glow all bitches know man I'll be all up in ya dame My glare like a 100 karats I'm rare like a 100 karats These niggas thinking that they hot all the cock riding need to stop Harlem nigga paper chasing 116th manhattan ave be the block On it for a 100 karats I'mma get a 100 karats New ride when I pull up, new feets on the step out New jewels shine like bling, got nunu with her chest out Want to know who the best out, Flyy Guy the name to remember Treat every hour like I'm at dinner, I'm eating from January to December Steady talking get you injured, the door to me you shouldn't enter Bust thru (Knock knock knock) bloaw it was nice to meet ya Mad ya bitch on my dick and I'm bumpin out the speakers Of every car that pass by, from 105 to The Leakers That's having work coast to coast, how you broke but do the most Swayze tryna do the ghost, crazy how I'll do her throat Have her gagging and spitting up, face fucking with my bling on Fab and Chris shit she wildin' wildin', freaky ting head game strong Had me like woah curling my toes I'm about to explode, rubber off shot the back of her throat After that it's my girl turn whatever I hit she hit Whatever I get she get, you suck her clit before you ever touching my dick bitch Catching me switching lane to lane paper chasing in that thang Got a different glow all bitches know man I'll be all up in ya dame My glare like a 100 karats I'm rare like a 100 karats These niggas thinking that they hot all the cock riding need to stop Harlem nigga paper chasing 116th manhattan ave be the block On it for a 100 karats I'mma get a 100 karats
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