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We pullin' up in hologram Elantras They askin' if we fuckin' with 'em, nada I'm skatin' off the scene, I'm with your daughter This is my money, don't ask what I bought her Brought her to the slaughter, girl, she think she gettin' Prada All I really wanted was her wetter than the water I'm divin' off the boat, so call the doctor They see my face and now they know he proper I ain't wanna do it, but right now you know I gotta Trippin' on me, ornery like she took a hit of blotter Caught her in the back with me while we was sippin' Vodka Just let me do my rep, don't need no spotter I'm up in this bitch, I'm solo, boy, don't need no squad, ah Trappin' out the school, I'm boolin', drugs up in my locker (True) There ain't no gettin' through to me, don't bother (Bitch) This is my moment, mane, don't try to block us
I'll see her Ce-cease her, ooh-oh Dreaming while Break it down, break it down, girl
I used to dream about a pink Impala 22's up on that bitch, I want it sittin' proper I want a mansion for my baby mama Now they want me 'cause I'm gettin' gwalla I can't work, lil' bitch, I'm tatted out my fuckin' collar She wanna fuck me 'cause I rap, I ain't no fuckin scholar You got nothin' on me, bitch, I'm God, uh Poppin', I grew up without my father Now she callin' me her fuckin' father That's your girl, she on my dick, I do not see the problem It ain't shit that you could do to bother I'm a junkie and my bitch a model
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