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Me and 100pack back to back finna set the tone Bad lil bitch suckin on me like some neckbones Ima show the bitch how to get it off A iPhone Singin to the camera in the pussy hittin high notes Me and Polo talkin choppy, fuck talkin spicy He hit my line for A duce, said it was too pricey I hit the club fresh as fuck, bitch I'm too icy Beat A niggas ass, I bet I won't stain my white tee Bro fuckin up the bitch mood Blowin up my line Said he heard we got the Wockhart, he just want A line Gotta feed the kids, Ima charge you one twenty-five Had to take A risk for this shit so I upped the price I see these pussy niggas hating, I call 'Em Uncle Ice Life's a gamble, hit my point when I roll the dice A thousand pack of white bars, this shit look like some rice Put some Christian Loub's on my bitch feet, Jesus Christ Singing R. Kelly to my woman, think she fed up Nah I aint trippin she gon have to keep her head up I ain't finna trust no bitch, could be set up I'ma go get on this bread, hoe I'ma catch up I remember runnin shit with Brock eatin Benihana You was probably tryna make A hoe out yo baby momma Bum ass nigga You Aint Even Gettin to the dollars You don't add it up, how the fuck you supposed to solve A problem You don't add you just subtract, you niggas hustle backwards The doctor said it's money on my mind check the cat scan You ain't been eating cause yo ribs touchin', you be fastin' I fell asleep off the drank and almost crashed the Benz Bad bitch, she say she from Cali, tryna bag her friend Ten milli ain't go off cause it's plastic, so we got it in Im hotter than UA, so I think got these niggas pissed I don't care if you told in fifth grade boy you still A snitch Got the Wockhardt, he just want A line Want A- want a line Had to take a risk for this shit so I upped the price Upped the price I been tryna get the weight off like I'm Kelly Price You the type of nigga gon fold like A pocket knife I'ma up the big AR with the spotlight You ain't gotta act so hard you the cop type Me and Polo talking choppy, fuck talking spicy He hit my line for a duce, said it was too pricey I hit the club fresh as fuck, bitch I'm too icy Beat a niggas ass, I bet I won't stain my white tee
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