My Speakers

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(Could you read my mind)

I let her meet my mama, now she know she the one (****, what?)

**** be counting up commas (Could you read my mind) like I'm Zay or sum' (****, what?)

I'm havin' soldiers like Obama, ****, I'll pay it a hunnid

This bih' look like the white house, all these flags in this bitch

I like bitches with a smart mouth, damn, I'm sad about this shit

If you don't come with large amounts, I need a bag, little league, bitch

Cough syrup in my piss, I spilt my racks, bitch, I'm sick (Let's go)

This bitch keep on rollin', like a Honda Civic

Wait, this 'za too strong, (Damn) I can't let you hit it (Yuh)

Got this new drip in, (Woah) I can barely fit it (Woa)

But I love fashion, bitch, I must admit it

Hedi Slimane, (Not everybody shows) all these fuckin' skinnies

She said she wanna get lit, I'm finna pass her Henny

I let her meet my mama, (Not everybody shows) now she know she the one (****, what?)

**** be counting up commas, like I'm Zay or sum' (****, what?)

I'm havin' soldiers like Obama, ****, I'll pay it a hunnid

No cap, I pay it a hunnid

Call my swag that honey pack, these bitches comin' (Could you read my mind)

This lil' ho, she stalk my Tumblr, say I'm onto somethin' (Say I'm onto somethin')

These **** ain't on nun' (Woah)

Rolls-Royce Truck, I need a fuckin' Cullinan (Skrrt, skrrt)

And my shooter in the back, just like Chris Mullin (Boom)

If that bitch pretty as fuck, she gone have me blushin' (Damn)

I see you, I get to clutchin' (Let's go)

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