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Jaden Miller
Jaden Miller
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Gon! Ten out of ten (Oh my God, Mirandx, this shit's crazy) Ten out of ten Woke up, and ran up the bag I got a hoe, and she ten out of ten Beat from the back, then I go hit my dance Why is you calling my phone? We not friends I went from Louis to Prada My life is a movie, your's nada Feel like, I'm Scooby 'Cause, I just be smoking these doobies, top shotta Wait, I caught a Wraith Hundred on the dashboard, what can I say? Foreign bitch don't got a passport to the P.J She been blowing right with me, like a stream she give B.J.'s On a P.J., on a private She gon' do whatever he say, I'm the pilot I been smoking on the gas, high when I'm driving Latina bitch ass, goddamn, she got it They ain't ever gon' get my flows I'm in the cut with like two bad hoes I lay 'em down on the two by four My mama proud that I'm getting money on my own Switch hoes, switch clothes, and I tuck my pole, yeah Hop in that Urus, I just been splurgin' How you do that? I say, "I been determined" She like, "Oh Mills, I love your detergent!" I say, "I love how her body so perfect" Woke up, and ran up the bag I got a hoe, and she ten out of ten Beat from the back, then I go hit my dance Why is you calling my phone? We not friends I went from Louis to Prada My life is a movie, your's nada Feel like I'm Scooby 'Cause, I just be smoking these doobies, top shotta Like Choppa (choppa), I took a rich bitch out to Red Lobster (oh yeah) They ain't really tryna put me on the dollars (uh) But it ain't no problem You gon' see me walking from the offer Oh, they finna love this shit Take the offer, then I'ma go double it Brand new coup that my bitch finna fuck me in (dang!) Had to block my ex, she tryna fuck again Woke up, and ran up the bag (bag) I got a hoe, and she ten out of ten (oh, yeah) Beat from the back, then I go hit my dance Why is you calling my phone? We not friends I went from Louis to Prada My life is a movie, your's nada Feel like I'm Scooby 'Cause, I just be smoking these doobies, top shotta
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