Yeah

Yo

Yeah, you, you called me?

Yeah, I was just telling you I'ma pull up

Alright, how long you 'bout to be?

Are you by yourself?

Huh?

I said, are you by yourself?

Yeah, I'm by myself

Okay, you at the hotel?

Yeah

Okay, I'ma pull up, it's gonna be like forty minutes, is that okay?

Yeah, that's fine

Alright, I'ma text you when I'm close

Alright, bet

Alright, bye

Bye

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She got her ass did, she tryna impress me

What the fuck you got on? Boy, you dressin' tacky

Smokin' on gas, got kicked out the telly

I'm in Miami fuckin' hoes from Cuba

Big body 'Cat, roarin' 'round a cougar

I ain't gotta touch you, my **** gon' shoot you

Check came in, I'm like, "Hallelujah"

He say he bangin', but what is you throwin' up?

I'm off that Perc' and lean, now I'm throwin' up

Her head retarded, she came on the short bus

My money long, can't even fold it up

Ice on my neck got me froze up

She wanna live her best life

She wanna do all these drugs with me tonight

I'm Slayer Academy, she already know

He want his bitch back, but I'm fuckin' her throat right now

Damn, money, it's all on the ground

Ayy, I'm smokin' the zip out the pound

Yeah, she call me LeBron, need a crown

I be deep in that pussy, I'm drownin'

She want Givenchy, but I got her Prada

That's your big homie? I'm fuckin' his daughter

This an S-Class, bitch, I don't like Chargers

Richer then all of you **** together

I been runnin' shit before the fame

I call her lil' girl, I don't know her name

She not even mad, she know I got hoes

That's why she around me, she playin' her role

They ain't let me in, so I'm kickin' the door

She ain't let me hit, so I'm fuckin' her friend

She run from the dick like I'm countin' to ten

I told her, "Be quiet when I'm countin' them bands"

I lost my ring when I was washing my hands

He wanna be like me, I guess he a fan

It's gettin' hot, Tae, turn on a fan

My bitch lookin' pale, I told her to tan

She love my smell, bitch, this Number (N)ine

She said I ain't loyal, I said, "You ain't lying"

It's hard to keep up with me, woah, yeah, yeah

She got her ass did, she tryna impress me

What the fuck you got on? Boy, you dressin' tacky

Smokin' on gas, got kicked out the telly

I'm in Miami fuckin' hoes from Cuba

Big body 'Cat, roarin' 'round a cougar

I ain't gotta touch you, my **** gon' shoot you

Check came in, I'm like, "Hallelujah"

He say he bangin', but what is you throwin' up?

I'm off that Perc' and lean, now I'm throwin' up

Her head retarded, she came on the short bus

My money long, can't even fold it up

Ice on my neck got me froze up

She wanna live her best life

She wanna do all these drugs with me tonight

I'm Slayer Academy, she already know

He want his bitch back, but I'm fuckin' her throat right now