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Double cup, styrofoam, pour it up And she look bad in the maybach truck Bubble butt, cost ten, lift it up LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue Twenty-five hundred, yea we tax for the tuss Five percent tint on the wind, it's a must Audemars Piguet on my wrist, not much Got a couple back home and they picking up dust Whole lot of rocks in the bust down Went and copped ten then I went and got, psh, I'm up Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib, want eat me up Back of the bach, she a slut Pointers on us ain't picking up rust Said she want love, but the bitch want lust Kam came home, caught a body, then he went Got his hit money, went and got rich, like up Damn I be lookin' like damn what the fuck? We pull up in that i8, that roadster, that cullinan We gon' pop out in that truck Blue tint windows I'm fuckin' it up Choppa on me, I'm bussin' it up He had made lot of money, then spent it on jewelry Now that lil' boy out of luck We gon' put that lil' boy in a hearse It's like 25 racks for a verse Shit like 25 racks for her purse Pull out 25 racks, I'ma splurge Bitch it's me, give a fuck what you heard All this money came in, it ain't hurt Like it's london, no tipton, I'm Juice Scotty Pippen I fuck 'round and pop me a perc' Double cup, styrofoam pour it up And she look bad in the maybach truck Bubble butt, cost ten lift it up LSD tabs sticky stuff on her tongue Twenty-five hundred, yea, we tax for the tuss Five percent tint on the wind, it's a must Audemars Piguet on my wrist, not much Got a couple back home, and they picking up dust Whole lot of rocks in the bust down Went and copped ten, then I went and got, psh, I'm up Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib, want eat me up Back of the bach. she a slut Pointers on us ain't picking up rust Said she want love, but the bitch want lust Kam came home, caught a body, then he went Got his hit money, went and got rich, like up