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pot snacks, baby, how the berries

Put it in her mouth, we'll be in her purse

I'm a sugar bitch, no, you didn't burst

I ain't here to fly like a bid, no, you're with a lie

I ain't watch the traffic, I know how to bail out And we won't try your money in the air

Anyway, I'm moving fast, fast, small, bitch, you just love me

I know I used my contract, now I got a whole block on me

I know when and when I'm cooking up, bitch, you gotta fly, I mean

I was on ultra, now baby, where you at? Calm down now, bitch, she's tryna act

I am tryna guess, like