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Okay, okay Yeah, yeah Okay, okay Yeah, yeah Uh huh, uh huh, (okay, okay) uh Fuck that bitch, and she say uh huh, uh huh (okay, okay), uh In the back of that damn sprinter with that uh huh, uh huh, uh Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, uh On my jet because I'm rising slowly now That bitch ain't no saint, so why she acting holy now? Flexing with that gat, but if I ask, can you show me now? And yo' ho' gone as fuck 'cause like a damn fan she blow me now Yo' bitch say she love me, yeah bitch mkay I step into her life and now that bitch (hm) gay She probably don't fuck with you 'cause you still buy her MK Hit the mystery box and guess the gat (hm) ray Making so much plays right now, a nigga feel like Duwap Robbed the plug for that QP, go head, just take yo' shoes off (yeah) Step up in that pent', that ho' already took her shoes off Red beam at your fucking nose, a nigga look like Rudolph Green beam at your body, now that nigga look like Shego Sucking on cucumber, so I know she got a deep throat Subbing me on IG bitch, sub 'bout this fucking peephole Sipping so much wock, I pour this bitch in a tampico I don't trust these niggas, so bitch come alone And I don't trust no nigga who can't be his own Still don't need no motherfucking king on my throne FN to your body, now you motherfuckin' thrown She asking for the blunt, she got me motherfuckin' thrown And bitch, I face the 'woods until I'm motherfuckin' flown Bryson Tiller say she love me bitch (hm) don't Saying you gonna shoot that in real life, you won't Beefing over IG, yeah they beefing over posts Out of all you niggas I think I like me the most (okay, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Out of all you niggas I think I like me the most (gang) Uh huh, uh huh, (okay, okay) uh Fuck that bitch, and she say uh huh, uh huh (okay, okay), uh In the back of that damn sprinter with that uh huh, uh huh, uh Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, uh Yeah, yeah