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[Hook:]
Pull up to the club – skatin’ on them dishes
We in ’67 Chevys, they got Daytons on them b*****s
F**k is goin’ on? Thought that hatin’ s**t was finished
We don’t take it personal, we just takin’ n****s b*****s
Said we takin’ niggas’ b*****s, takin’ niggas’ b*****s
Takin’ niggas’ b*****s, yeah, we takin’ niggas’ b*****s
That’s your girl up in my section? Boy, you know the business
Just don’t take it personal, we takin’ everybody’s b*****s
Hundred bottles of Ciroc, drinkin’ like a boss
F**k what n****s think, b***h, I think I like to floss
F**k is goin’ on? Thought that hatin’ s**t was finished
Take some shots, take some pictures,
Then let’s take these niggas’ b*****s

[Verse:]
Okay, I’m faded off that motherfuckin’ Ciroc, buzz
B***h we in the building like sheetrock, studs
Now she want me to beat that p***y ‘til it beat-box (what?)
She like my style, so we got ghost while you D-Blockin’, cous’
Yeah, she pullin’ on my sleeve, tryna get close to me
She got a long, wavy weave and a big ol’ booty
I’m gettin’ all this rap money and my boys flip coke
So don’t be actin’ like you bougie if your boyfriend broke
She said he ain’t fuckin’ her right, she gon’ eliminate him soon
I ain’t tryna spend the night, I wanna penetrate it soon
You know, infiltrate that womb, drop in them guts like a convertible
We can get up like that nigga’s ego, dollars off that vertical
She tripped over my swag – so you know where she goin’
Put no b***h over my cash – b***h, I’m ‘bout my coins
And I ain’t talkin’ rolls of quarters, but I got some dimes
Tell him make my wheels look extra clean, bruh, I gots to shine

[Hook:]

[Verse 2:]
Dance, too much booty in the pants
I’ll blow a couple grand, and straight throw it like a champ
And she drop it, I’mma get it poppin’, shorties know we rockin’
I got all these b*****s jockin’ like the motorcycle dance
I’m low on my haters, but I’m high on them digits
I give her that sign, then we slide, you know I’m pipin’ these b*****s
She said he ain’t fuckin’ her right, she gon’ eliminate him soon
And my shine out of this world, b***h, I intimidate the moon
I rock Jesus pieces and Coogies – you know, Biggie Smalls
I said “baby, you want some rose?” She said “you know Ricky Ross?”
I said “whoa, my pimpin’ cold – go play in the snow”
‘Cause these white b*****s still roll, oj in the cold
I hope it’s all good like a field goal when touchdown like a end zone
If that b***h don’t lick c***, n***a, kick rock like a Flintstone
See, you give me your pebbles, I’ll give you this bam-bam
You booed-up with an amateur, just call me the sandman
Lookin’ at my Rollie, it’s my motherfuckin’ time
Tell that n***a clean my wheels and make them motherfuckers shine

[Hook:]



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