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Seat it

Oh, it's kinda crazy

Yeah, hm, yeah

Woke up with that thang on me

Why he acting like a big homie?

Hella muddy, got no pigs on me

Hella money, he a big homie

I got bread wit' the cheese, homie

Febreze, better squeeze, homie

Need a tissue, 'bout to sneeze, homie

And I know he ain't talking to me, homie

Like a Beyblade, I'm about to let it rip, ha

Yeah, bit off the lip

Rip off the zip

Hit then I dip

Don't want no kid with a bitch who got ticks (Oh no)

That be nasty

Lotion, 'cause I'm ashy

They wanna attack me, like (Woah)

They better pay they taxes

Dirty money all got maggots

I'm dressing up like Aladdin, huh

How the hell did you invent the door?

Lamborghini, I Aventador

Why you even mad for?

Tiger 'bout to let it roar on a nigga, on a nigga

On a, on a

I got money, independent

Working on my own and I had to pay attention

I don't talk on phones, I don't wanna be the bandit

Cut it, need a bandage

I just wanna live it, I just wanna get it

Gotta get a towel 'cause you know I'm gonna rinse it

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