b#tch I’m floating in my section
If you want it you can get it
I got hoes in every city
All a bitty
We get litty
For a little
Then i’m outtie
Double dribble
Whats the deal with it?
Ya i know you gotta man
Whats the deal with him?
And you know i gotta plan
Keep it real witcha
Ion really understand
How to deal witcha
Do what i can
I will never eat witcha
Break bread but
I won’t get a meal witcha
Mind on infinity
Crazy b#tches into me
You can prolly find me
Somewhere where the money be
The truth ain’t comforting
You mumbling
I’m humbling
I sting you like a honey bee
I swear i got a money tree
Uh
Got me feelin like the goat
Say you really got it but I know you really don’t
Studio office
Just when you thought that i lost it, i caught it
Just when they thought that i wasn’t, i’m on it
You ain’t really got what it takes if i’m being honest
Chick named august she my fondest
Most flawless goddess on the missed calls list
Pull up in exotics
Looking like sonic
In a f#ckin rocket
Zoom
And that’s why they wanna swallow me
Model b#tches on the telly tellin me bout ketamine
Ya i’m one of the greatest
The hoes that I dated
Could strip out in vegas
I’m blatantly famous
Put dick in her an#s
My dick game is dangerous
The waitress
Got my all of my hits
On her playlist
Uh
I ain’t really gotta say sh#t
You hated
And copied
And pasted
My latest
Verbatim
You faking to fit in
And i’m out here making the statements
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