Tonart: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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
And the randomness of risky ménages
Like get the head right,
she can get what she wanted
F
The spits, then flaunt it,
Am
F
my drip like a faucet
Am
She told me she was preggo, I ain't even take
the motherfuckin' dick out my pocket yet
Verse 4
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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
F
I got three young niggas down to
bust out the heat
Am
And all y'all ain't got
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Am
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
we don't sit on nosebleeds
Ain't your pockets obese?
They won't fit in those seats
Am
Ay, we like a cold team,
nigga, Shaq and Kobe
Like back in '03, I was only like 6
F
Shit, I was like 16, but I can give a sixteen
I can make a bitch scream,
that's a bit extreme
Am
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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