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Jeez, what? Bap, bap, New Era, durag, no cap, serious? What's that? H.O.P., JME, too much for the speakers, push it back We need some space, see man in person, blud, don't chat See man online, don't @ (alright) I could do it on my lonely's (bap, bap) No more talking (no more) Don't wanna hear no chat All I hear is that cap so my ears been folded (fold up) I'm hittin' that one and she love the clap too much, I'm ghostin' Bad bitch been talkin' that badness, she can hold this, chokin' I'm overseas on a holiday, I'm talkin' them numbers, numbers (what?) For the money, I'm Forrest Gumpus (shit), I'm chasin', I'm racin' Can't fuck with the porkies, no comment in the station I gotta do the dash from the bacon That guys are unruly, and that's my cut cah we got the juice, no chaser We got the vibes out, you can't deny We bring the sauce that you can't provide If there's a bag then push a reply She thinks she's mine, but she knows I lie Bussin' it down, put a whip on my finger Take your miss with a click of my finger I get girl, man don't need Tinder Who said the hustle's nice? (sheesh) Who said vibes and stepped in the party but brought no vibes (sheesh) We got fancy belts like karate, just like the Malis, I got my guys (trust) I'm in Bush, but no I'm not camping (sheesh) Quick link in west then slide Quick link in west then slide (slide) I'm the shit, look at the flies (sheesh) I'm as pukka as Pukka Pies Hit booth and burn down mics I might be a main, but she knows that I'm comin' with sides (sheesh) They all wanna wear New Era, but we're the new era (facts) My brain don't like computin' fuckeries, says "Network error" Bap, bap, New Era, durag, no cap, serious? What's that? H.O.P, JME, too much for the speakers, push it back We need some space, see man in person, blud, don't chat See man online, don't @ Yeah, I like when you do that dance She wanna ride me, Tour de France (France) You know when I give you that glance Fully in awe, she's lovin' my stance They're askin' why I'm movin' so fast I'm in a race, I can never come last I'm out in space, I'm out in space I'm out in space, fly up to Mars When you talk 'bout bro better mention we, H-O-M-E (M-E) You know I don't part with the fake More time to be real, I just wanna make P's (P's) Chocolato give me cake more time, and it's not even birthday week (week) I just wanna roll up, bake one time In the meetings, still Cali in the jeans What you know about drip? (what you know about?) What you know about days in the trench Gymnast tryna make that flip (bap-Bap-Bap, bap) Overseas with a bad one, talk that talk Got the walk go with it New era my fits, since early we did it Gotta go-go get it (go get it) Trust, no L's, just winners Bap, bap, New Era, durag, no cap, serious? What's that? H.O.P, JME, too much for the speakers, push it back We need some space, see man in person, blud, don't chat See man online, don't @
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