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I don't give a fuck in his pants that he packing I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction I don't give a fuck in his pants that he packing I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction I'm just stacking, niggas can't be shit but a distraction Homeboy get back, you don't know how to act Nah you can't get a kiss yo breath smell like the pack No I do not want a set of keys Little ass boy go to Chuck E Cheese I ain't tryna do no good deed So I ain't rolling up no nigga weed To keep shit straightforward, I don't fuck for it I talk for it How a nigga think he finna touch me When he can't touch my aux cord? I'ts my way or no way now he wanna make up like Olay I was in his mouth just like Colgate Melted on his head just like snowflakes Play with him for the money like deal or no deal Learn not to catch feelings that shit don't be real All I know how to do is get cash I pass like the dick trash These niggas act a ass they a make a good cast Motherfuckers always lying (lying bitch) Shorty keep two sides on the side and I ain't talking Gemini's Yeah, he a hoe fosho', but that ain't gone slow my dough Fuck a ex give me them O's, this ain't tic-tac-toe
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