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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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One of y'all niggas
gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches
gon' be rubbin' my feet
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I got three young niggas
down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, not one of y'all niggas
gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be
rubbin' my feet
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I got three young niggas down
to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got
nothin' on me
Verse 2
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Uh, okay, put your fucking hands up,
this the fucking anthem
Smiling 'cause I'm young, rich,
black, and I'm handsome
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Not to mention wealthy,
ass on her healthy
Young millionaire,
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what the fuck can you tell me? Smell me?
Nigga, that's Chanel cologne
I'm in Europe with the tourists
with no cellular phone
Verse 3
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Like ooh, sound like rich nigga problems
I hit a bad bitch with a fistful
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of condoms
And the randomness of risky ménages
Like get the head right,
she can get what she wanted
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The spits, then flaunt it,
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my drip like a faucet
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She told me she was preggo, I ain't even take
the motherfuckin' dick out my pocket yet
Verse 4
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The opposite She
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want me to fly her, so I copped a jet
Must be thinkin' I'm a one way
ticket on a runway
Drippin' in my feng
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shui, sippin' on a sundae
Verse 5
One of y'all niggas gon' be
fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches
gon' be rubbin' my feet
F
Am
I got three young niggas
down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, not one of y'all niggas
gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon'
be rubbin' my feet
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I got three young niggas down to
bust out the heat
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And all y'all ain't got
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nothin' on me
Verse 6
I bought a Moncler coat
for the times we were broke
I'ma wear it in the summer
on LeBron James boat
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Front row? Duh, bro,
we don't sit on nosebleeds
Ain't your pockets obese?
They won't fit in those seats
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Ay, we like a cold team,
nigga, Shaq and Kobe
Like back in '03, I was only like 6
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Shit, I was like 16, but I can give a sixteen
I can make a bitch scream,
that's a bit extreme
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I got a thick bald bitch,
I call her Ms. Clean
My drip frosty like Halls and Listerine
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We all all all-stars, you hardly sixth string
Yeah, I had to ball hard to
harvest these dreams
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Swear to God, me too,
no Harvey Weinstein
The coupe was lime green,
my wrist was blinding
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We party in South Beach,
Ferraris and blue cheese
Fuck does that even mean?
Verse 7
Nigga, just let the hook sing
Am
One of y'all niggas gon' be
fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches
gon' be rubbin' my feet
F
I got three young niggas down
Am
to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, not one of y'all niggas
gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon'
be rubbin' my feet
F
I got three young niggas down
to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin'
Outro 1
on me
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