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Yeah, aye

Apparently they tried to get him out the picture

Pheromones are back, been gone too many winters

Courthouses full of people pointin' fingers

Little did they know

It's gon' take more than that to bury me

Killin' Bills, feelin' like I'm Tarantin'

We against defeat, that's not our fantasy

Lil' hoe aye, yeah, aye

Aw

Bottles on bottles I'm talkin' Le Labo

I speak to the mic and the paper gon' follow

You might've misheard me if you think I'm lettin' you fuck with the (Fuck with the)

Fuck with the journey

If anything I'm puttin' you on a jersey

I fucked with a freak from Berlin, she a nine out of ten

But I'd prolly not do it again

Yeah, I hate fallin' out with a bitch

I hate pillow talkin' to bitches, you ridin' this dick but you don't have no interests

They movin' like ramen noodles way the heat turnin' all of 'em soft in an instant

That fame was my bitch for a sec but I'm over her, now we maintaining a distance, uh

You have arrived at Cupertino station

Doors are opening

Ricky Ravioli

It's the biggest boss, baby

It's the biggest baby, yes

Let's go

Top down, my smoke thick

Free throws, I don't miss

White tees, my hat back

My bitch bad, I love this

I run past that fuck shit

That small talk some fuck shit

Rich ****, my forecast

Anything else is suspect

Boss

Laid back, let's roll up (Boss)

Smoke good, my nose up

Boss

Roscoe's, I'm iced out

Them **** know my polar

Woo

Check this out, so hold up

Jada Pinkett done sold dust

Hold up

Double M, we on one

Right back with the Cold Crush

I been rich, do research

Run it

Top down on three perks

Run it

South Beach, I moonlight

**** know what I move like

And she know what my mood like

Luc Belaire, it's a smooth night

Woo

Dark room, I'm iced out

Iced out

Sunrise, it's lights out

Biggest

Maybach Music

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