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Ah! Ah! Mmm Mmm Once I scrape that pot, I hear dem junkies callin' Once I scrape that pot, I hear dem junkies callin' Got the sprinter van watch me fit all these baddies all in Dem man, dem man really chat like gyal I think that shit is appalling, it's awkward You make me sick, nauseous Bad bitch handle my stick, she gorgeous Trapstar redline, niggas don't know bout redline Me I just bruk down food, enzyme I only, hol'on I only know how to win A win is foreign to dem Pop pills I can't stop grinnin' Addicted to money & women Got a .38 Spesh in my 30waist ADWOA Denim They say I'm the best, it ain't a surprise They buy what I'm selling This strawberry haze not lemon I get paid for forming a sentence She get slayed every day of the week I'm in love with her melons She took this banana yday Today she letting her man go Osbatt, ADWOA ADWOA, Lostboys Lostboys, Trapstar Everywhere I go Everywhere I go, I glow Bad hoe, Sierra Leone Got hidden gems by the boatload These convos here, gotta turn off ya phone These convos here, like five-six 0's These numbers here, gonna fry off ya dome Once I scrape that pot, I hear dem junkies callin' Got the sprinter van watch me fit all these baddies all in Dem man, dem man really chat like gyal I think that shit is appalling, it's awkward You make me sick, nauseous Bad bitch handle my stick, she gorgeous Trapstar redline, niggas don't know 'bout redline Me I just bruk down food, enzyme I only, hol'on, I only know how to win A win is foreign to dem Pop pills I can't stop grinnin' Addicted to money & women Got a .38 Spesh in my 30waist ADWOA Denim Double cup Double cup She see I'm coming up She tryna come with us She got a dumpa truck She tellin' me that I ain't cum enough Boyfriend a fan He tryna be one of us Who even cares about my man? None of us Book for a show I need 5 bands, run it up Wrong move dissing my right hand Fuck him up Once I scrape that pot, I hear dem junkies callin' Got the sprinter van watch me fit all these baddies all in Dem man, dem man really chat like gyal I think that shit is appalling, it's awkward You make me sick, nauseous Bad bitch handle my stick, she gorgeous Trapstar redline, niggas don't know bout redline Me I jus bruk down food, enzyme I only, hol'on, I only know how to win A win is foreign to dem Pop pills I can't stop grinnin' Addicted to money & women Got a .38 Spesh in my 30waist ADWOA denim
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