Ah-uh

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (gra-gra-gra)

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Fross

Woke up in feelin' like a new man

Two hoes on my side they cute friends (gra-gra) huh

Big bags on clothing

I earned this shit, I'm my own man, huh (pr-pr-pr)

Get boomed if you lurkin'

My goons on point like a sharp pen, huh

No sea I'm surfin'

My wave too deep, that's GOAT shit

In this bitch wit' me then you know she toppin' shit

Yeah, she got them rocket, bitch

Yeah, I told her to slob this dick

Yeah, 'cause she always popping shit (yeah-yeah-yeah)

Big racks just for the feets (ah)

Big bag for jeans and tee (woah)

Big bro now I got breesh (pa)

You get popped 'cause I know the tweet (pa-pa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You gеt shot little ****, I know that tweet

Usain Bolt in this speed (yeah-yeah)

Hе see me he hit feets (yeah-yeah)

A big booty you know I'ma need

And these hunnids can't fit in my jeans

And I love when she smile with them teeth

Later on she gon' suck on my meat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know I got juice 'cause I'm the GOAT

Baddest bitches all up on my phone

Know I got the heat without the stove

Exes keep on hittin' up her line

Made her answer fuckin' on the phone

Yams lit, ran it up at saxs

Workers think I'm scammin' in the store

Like catch up, **** you baitin', ah

Big smoke eyes look asian, yeah

She sick of her ex new patient, yeah

Don't talk to my bitch she lacin', yeah

Swag like shoes I laced it, yeah

Hoes see me go crazy, yeah

No more deuce-deuce big laser, yeah

Don't rush that shot gotta pace it, yeah

Shawty got vocals like Jordin Sparks

And her pussy get wetter like waterparks (that's right)

Deep in that pussy I'm goin' off

She be yellin' my name, I'm the man in charge

Before I got lit had a little spark

Now I'm ridin' in foreigns and livin' large (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And for all my felons I'm going off (yeah, yeah, yeah)

'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars, huh, yeah

'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars

And for all my felons I'm going off

'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Woke up in feelin' like a new man

Two hoes on my side they cute friends, huh (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big bags on clothing

I earned this shit I'm my own man, huh

Get boomed if you lurkin'

My goons on point like a sharp pen, huh (wa-wa-wa)

No sea I'm surfin'

My wave too deep, that's GOAT shit (wa-wa-wa)

In this bitch wit' me then you know she toppin' shit

Yeah, she got them rocket, bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I told her to slob this dick, yeah (ah)

Yeah, 'cause she always popping shit

Big racks just for the feets

Big bag for jeans and tee (po)

Big bro now I got breesh

You get popped 'cause I know the tweet, huh

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