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(Wheezy outta here) Big body Rover and it still came with a sport Big booty bitches got a fetish for Dior Tall glass, better not see the jet when it soar Double cup of lean, you could smell that codeine in my pores Keep some extra sticks 'cause any day could be a war Committed in these streets, I call Dave East when I'm in New York Takin' care of my fam, I know what I was made for Look what bein' real and loyalty done gave us Look what bein' real and loyalty done gave us Make a million dollars, niggas say you changed up Your bitch on my dick now 'cause she know I'm famous Used to couldn't get in, I get paid at the same club Prada with no laces, hard to recognize my shoes Stars inside the Wraith made her feel like she on the moon No suckers around me, only real ones in the room I keep it on my body, I don't gotta pay no goon Back seat of that Maybach, shit be feelin' like a jet Smokin' cookie, I ain't touch her pussy, but yo' bitch got wet Got a condo on my neck and on my wrist, I got a 'vette Gunna, Gunna, that's my loc forever, do it for the set Dirt gang Big body Rover, and it still came with a sport (yes) Big booty bitches got a fetish for Dior (yes sir) Tall glass, better not see the jet when it soar Double cup of lean, you could smell that codeine in my pores (mm) Keep some extra sticks 'cause any day could be a war (yes) Committed in these streets, I call Dave East when I'm in New York Takin' care of my fam, I know what I was made for Look what bein' real and loyalty done gave us The penthouse paid up, that is a Benz plus Chains European cut, I'm smokin' real RUNTZ Ridin' 'round with that F&N like I'm on a manhunt Tryna stretch it 'til the end, couple hunnids through the month Lot of lean in my cup, I drink clean in that cut In the club wit' it tucked, run it up like the Bucks Every other day I get paid for the club How you never chased yo' bag, and they still don't show you love? I been talkin' to the God and ain't no one else above See the opps then we gon' slide, hit 'em up 'fore they hit us So no, you can't divide, family like the Brady Bunch Couple bad foreigns outside, you already know it's us Big body Rover, and it still came with a sport (yes) Big booty bitches got a fetish for Dior (yes sir) Tall glass, better not see the jet when it soar Double cup of lean, you could smell that codeine in my pores Keep some extra sticks 'cause any day could be a war Committed in these streets, I call Dave East when I'm in New York Takin' care of my fam, I know what I was made for Look what bein' real and loyalty done gave us
Writer(s): David Brewster, Jr., Wesley Tyler Glass, Sergio Kitchens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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