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(BrentRambo) Yeah, yeah, I don't follow no rules Yeah, I don't follow no rules Hopped off the plane, man, I'm sayin' niggas be lame (same) Came in this bitch with a plan (plan) Came in this bitch, changed the game (game) I ain't in it for the fame (fame) Nigga in it for the cheese (cheese) Made a million on some beats (beats) Made a million, no degree ('gree) Yeah, got this bitch up on her knees Let's get it blazing like some grease, yeah (grease) Do this shit with the ease (ease) The pint got a V (V), hopped up out of the V (V) And my shirt LV (V, V), this shit a thousand degrees (V) Fell asleep with a freak (freak) Room service, have my keys (keys, yeah) Bitch giving strip tease (tease), sinclairs my teeth (teeth) 'Inclairs on her teeth (teeth, yeah, teeth, teeth) And that's just on my teeth (teeth) We ain't get to the neck We ain't get to the wrist, we ain't get to the motherfuckin' Patek I'm in some shit cost three times a motherfucking Corvette, yeah Yeah, tryna slut her out up on a jet He spent his life up on a Rolex, now his dumb ass is dead (dead), yeah (dead, dead) Everything I do in life, make the right move like I'm playin' chess (playin' chess), yeah And my nigga aiming for your head, what's the fuckin' point of wearing a vest? Yeah, mmm, huh Ain't gon' lie, I fucked her on her period 'Cause I'm as real as it fucking gets (gets), yeah (gets, gets, gets) I got emeralds on my right wrist, and my left wrist Van Cleef with baguettes, yeah After I go number one, I'm going Audemars Piguet, yeah (AP, AP, AP, AP), huh Used to slut out some twin hoes, them hoes was twin brunettes, yeah Uh, used to ball out up at Saks from selling niggas fake presets, yeah (I'm dead) I'm just keepin' it real And lil' Rino up now, bitch, ain't no up next, yeah (up next, oh no) Huh, and I'm shinin', but my net worth went up Like the fuckin' sunset, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) And my body startin' to reject these fuckin' drugs Stomach upset, yeah (stomach upset, stomach upset, yeah) Is it the devil telling me we should play Russian Roulette? Yeah (Russian Roulette, Russian Roulette) Ayy, fuckin' an actress, tell me call her back, she finna go on her set, yeah (ooh) You is not my dog if I cut you off, to me, you is dead, yeah (ooh) You fuckin' dead, nigga Shit dead, everything dead, nigga This shit dead to me, man Yeah, man Can't come back around me now, mm If I cut you off, it's for the better If I cut you off, it's for the better For the better
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