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She wants to know her stuff, she wants to know her things

I'm really trying to decide if I should put down a drink

She talk about Capullo, she wanna link

Lost sight looking down her head like ink, ink

All these bitches wanna fuck on me, me

I fuck up on that bitch, she kick her up like I'm Bruce Lee

Bitches get static like a TV

I told mama I made it ,I'm on that big screen

I told mama I made im on the big screen, yeah I'm on that big screen

I grab a gun and I smoke it off the wing

That bitch crazy as fuck, I told her leave

And she put all the blame on me, me

Headed over to the CBD, more ketamine on that PCP

Getting high every day of the week, I get geek, geek, geek

Ever since she got out of my life, I've become green, green, green

Your money like Mikey Bowles, my money like Yao Ming, Ming

like J's and a giant V

I make her pussy wet like creek

Fuckin' that bitch, she start speaking different languages, she Vietnamese

She did it, she really a freak

He said, what's that blue in my pocket

I said, that's all that comes out me

She said, I'm doing good, oh my God, she extrovert for me

Loving that man, I fuck him, I promise you, he really keeps me at peace

You said you'd tell the truth, but you don't tell the truth, you don't keep peace

I got these hunnids all on me

I got these hunnids all on me