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Nyah Nyah The gang full of terrorists (What?) The waitress charged me fifty just for some asparagus Bitch, I know I'm arrogant (Woo) Wasn't born rich, but my son finna inherit this (Ha) Walk into the booth and treat the mic just like a therapist The type of broke that you is, ain't no repairin' it (Get off) You said you went and caught a hat, I see you wearin' it Fifty weighin' on me in Maryland, put that on Marilyn My white boy test the pill shot out the garrison (Phew) Bro hoes make my nose run I need some Claritin Wasn't born on earth like why they think that I'm American (Nyoom) Why they think I'm human? (Why?) Said she love me for me, why she think I'm stupid? Play green but I'm OT, why you think I ooped? How I pull up shootin', you would probably think wе hoopin' Check the box score My ho said shе need a couple thousand, check the top drawer They'll miss out on their own blessings tryna block yours (Dumbass) The way I'm ballin', I should rock shorts Banshee with the laser, hit a pig, turn him to hot pork Shit, I just flew south, grabbed the bag then shot north Ain't no rego' sleep bitch, this a thousand dollar, ayy Ain't no rego' sleep bitch, this a thousand dollar pop snore Burberry scarf lookin' like I done came from Stockport Ain't no point in knockin', we the type to make 'em lock doors Life a movie on the top floor with popcorn Blessed and highly favored, hundred chops, that's ninety lasers Why they staring out in public? Might be fans, they might be haters Huh, either way it go, I'm ready Think you fuckin' with the gang? You must've eat a bowl of fetty ShittyBoyz
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