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(Louie, wake up) Whoa Yeah, whoa Lil Donny in this bitch Whoa Hate it or love it Bitch, I'm too hot, got my shit out the oven Blueberry, Burberry, diamonds, they bussin' I hit my jeweler like he was my cousin Boy, what you need? I said double or nothin' Ayy, folks get me right 'fore I hit out the country Swagger too clean, I dropped out, I was hustlin' Nah, I'm JK, I got kicked out for tusslin' Hit that lil' bitch with a hook like a feature Two-piece with rice for the free, I'm a creature Fresh off the bench, gettin' head by the bleachers Coach put me in, Retro 4's on my sneakers She give me top, that lil' ho for the freeskers Alexander McQueen, let it bump through the speakers I just turn up for nothing, he slippin' and slumpin' His bitch on my dick, she for sure not a keeper Ayy, DC go crazy, Lil' Don get it jumpin' Aiming straight right for your head, he a pumpkin 808's bumpin', this bitch keep on suckin' Bitch run my money, all hundreds, keep thumbin' She be like, "Boy, you so silly, I love it" I just walked out of your club, I was stumblin' I'm sippin' Sizzurp, lil' bitch, Uncle Ruckus CJ pop out, he might slide with a musket Nigga like, fuck it Brodie like, fuck it Hit from the back, put my dick in her stomach Groupie ho, she look like LeToya Luckett How you say that you ballin'? Bitch, you on a budget I'm that nigga, they don't understand how I does it Bitch, I ball like Carmelo '04 on the Nuggets I'm not gon' discuss it So bitch, hate it or love it That shit that he did, bitch, I already done While you still was in Trukfit He made a ten, now he thinkin' he rich I made ten, okay, turn that bitch right to a brick I just left out the bank, finna hit a lil' skip Did a show in your city, I'm feelin' too rich How much you make? This like two-hundred Ricks I roll deep in this bitch, it's like two-hundred sticks I got two-hundred hoes tryna suck on this dick Meet me after the show, all you get is a pic Post on the 'Gram, I log off and they click Rappin' ass niggas, they stay on my dick Flight after flight, I head home for a lil' bit Then I vacay, book a room with the Ritz This not no regular weed, leave 'em tweakin' You cannot smoke with big dawgs, you a bitch You a Shih Tzu, bitch, I hang with the pits Bitch, I'm at BOA, I spend ten on some shrimp That shit not regular Fuck on your bitch and she blue, call her Nebula Name a nigga like Don that make this shit look regular You can't catch up to gang, bitch, I'm way too ahead of you They just blow up my celluar Start from beginning I'm the big dog, them lil' niggas pretending They wasn't fuckin' with gang, leave 'em starving and itching That bitch popped her a Perc', now the room keep on spinning My palms keep on itching, keep- Hate it or love it Bitch, I'm too hot, got my shit out the oven Blueberry, Burberry, diamonds, they bussin' I hit my jeweler like he was my cousin Boy, what you need? I said double or nothin' Bitch get me right 'fore I head out the country Swagger too clean, I dropped out, I was hustlin' Nah, I'm JK, I got kicked out for tusslin' That shit not regular Fuck on your bitch and she blue, call her Nebula
Writer(s): Andrew Archer, Jessi Siri, Don Chyrack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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