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Yuh, yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh Prada on my shoes, lil' bitch that's a light flex I ain't worried 'bout these rappers in the slightest Flooded out the chain, Cuban link on my neck Yeah, I'm froze up, yuh, yuh, ay Lil' boy get some BAPE, start pretending that they me Tesla Model 3, but we smoking gasoline, uh I'm gon' get these racks and I'm gon' split them with the team Yeah, you know us, yuh, yuh, yeah We just hit the room and now she gettin' undressed Gunnin' for the money, man, I think I'm obsessed I'm gon' hit the 'Wood until it ain't none left We gon' roll up, roll up, lil' bitch Prada on my shoes, lil' bitch that's a light flex I ain't worried 'bout these rappers in the slightest Flooded out the chain, Cuban link on my neck Yeah, I'm froze up, froze up, yuh, ay Yeah, it's lights out, bring the rides out Smokin' big doinks, yeah, it's nice out Shawty fly out to my hide out Baby girl, you know I need it right now Layin' low and smokin' with my girl Oliver gon' take over the world I did this for my family and my friends In my city, pro'ly thumbin' through my bands, yuh Ay, shawty said she love, love, love me, yuh Diamonds lookin' lovely, lovely yuh, ay Pull up in the Humvee-Humvee yuh We've been smokin' something dumb, dumb, dummy, yuh White Zinfandel on my wrist, yeah Champagne diamonds 'cause I'm rich, yeah I could never call my girl a bitch, nah 'Cause she held me down when nobody else did, yeah Prada on my shoes, lil' bitch that's a light flex I ain't worried 'bout these rappers in the slightest Flooded out the chain, Cuban link on my neck Yeah, I'm froze up, yuh, yuh, ay Lil' boy get some BAPE, start pretending that they me Tesla Model 3, but we smoking gasoline, uh I'm gon' get these racks and I'm gon' split them with the team Yeah, you know us, yuh, yuh, yeah We just hit the room and now she gettin' undressed Gunnin' for the money, man, I think I'm obsessed I'm gon' hit the 'Wood until it ain't none left We gon' roll up, roll up, lil' bitch Prada on my shoes, lil' bitch that's a light flex I ain't worried 'bout these rappers in the slightest Flooded out the chain, Cuban link on my neck Yeah, I'm froze up, froze up, yuh, ay Yeah, you know I had to share the wealth Made all of this money, I can't spend it on myself, nah Top floor and we sippin' top shelf Presidential suite, rockstar studded belts, yuh (Lyin' next to me I can feel you breathin') (Rollin' in the sheets, girl, I must be dreamin') (Havin' you all alone in my room) (Baby, we do whatever you want to, yuh) Prada on my shoes, lil' bitch that's a light flex I ain't worried 'bout these rappers in the slightest Flooded out the chain, Cuban link on my neck Yeah, I'm froze up, yuh, yuh, ay Lil' boy get some BAPE, start pretending that they me Tesla Model 3, but we smoking gasoline, uh I'm gon' get these racks and I'm gon' split them with the team Yeah, you know us, yuh, yuh, yeah We just hit the room and now she gettin' undressed Gunnin' for the money, man, I think I'm obsessed I'm gon' hit the 'Wood until it ain't none left We gon' roll up, roll up, lil' bitch Prada on my shoes, lil' bitch that's a light flex I ain't worried 'bout these rappers in the slightest Flooded out the chain, Cuban link on my neck Yeah, I'm froze up, froze up, yuh, yuh
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