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Why don't I just find y'all a fourth And we settle this on the streets, huh? Bring him on! Anybody I want? Claro No matter who it is? Yeah Nineteen eleven We pull up and Spray out Chop sticks on a dick Make him lay down I spent 24k on a watch From a fake town 30k on a chain with a Fake smile Bitch wanna fuck me I tell her to face down If she can't see my face Ain't no case now We boutta dance 'til Our muh' fuckin' graves now Yeah, this the life That you ain't 'bout Nineteen eleven We pull up and spray out Chop stick with the dick Make him lay down I spent 24k on a watch From a fake town 30k on a chain with a Fake smile She doing coke like she Out at a rave now She gon' suck on my dick She can't pay out We're gonna dance to our Muh' fuckin' graves now No we living this life that you ain't 'bout Pull up we dance Slide Grinding on what's in my pants Like We got a 667 We take you heaven So hop in the Damn ride She asking if I'm the guy who be Killing the lizards and I be like Damn right I'm boutta leave a bitch lookin' like She at the beach But the white ain't no Tan lines (wait!) Blow her back out Shotgun blast Light skin beauty And her name Ash Kaash High as a kite But I'm E on gas Don't fuck with me Cause I be on ass Write every bar That I say in my songs And then send 'em cross state Cause I be on facts These bullets get served Like it's Bon Appétit If you really got problems Then eat on that (Hah, hah) I'm out in the streets Fucking white bitches who Out in the Jeeps Bitch head so good that she Counting degrees Leave your ass hang at the Sound of the beep Honestly all of y'all Talk on the internet With your lil' friends like A crowd of some sheep You think your girl is still loyal to you But she sucking my dick to get Powder for free Nineteen eleven We pull up and Spray out Chop sticks on a dick Make him lay down I spent 24k on a watch From a fake town 30k on a chain with a Fake smile Bitch wanna fuck me I tell her to face down If she can't see my face Ain't no case now We boutta dance 'til Our muh' fuckin' graves now Yeah, this the life That you ain't 'bout Nineteen eleven We pull up and spray out Chop stick with the dick Make him lay down I spent 24k on a watch From a fake town 30k on a chain with a Fake smile She doing coke like she Out at a rave now She gon' suck on my dick She can't pay out We're gonna dance to our Muh' fuckin' graves now No we living this life that you ain't 'bout (That you ain't bout) (Yuh, what)? (Bitch) Don't push it, you're embarrassing me! (Nineteen eleven) (We pull up and) (Spray out) (Chop sticks on a dick) (Make him lay down) (I spent 24k on a watch) (From a fake town) (30k on a chain with a) (Fake smile) (Bitch wanna fuck me) (I tell her to face down) (If she can't see my face) (Ain't no case now) (We boutta dance 'til) (Our muh' fuckin' graves now) (Yeah, this is the life) (That you ain't 'bout) (Nineteen eleven) (We pull up and) (Spray out) (Chop stick with the dick) (Make him lay down)