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Baby, whip that dope like I told you Never let a nigga fuck you over Stay down, I'mma put you in a Rover You better never tell nobody what I showed you You a soldier, you a soldier Beauty in the eye of the beholder She a wild alley cat, Villanova I pray to God, da folks, don't pull her over It ain't 'bout the sack, it's all about the soldier I won't care less bout the money but my soldier I lost a bomb, I lost the pack, I lost my soldier She a down bitch, a motherfucking soldier 15K today, 30K tomorrow, nigga I live life on boats, like I'm sponsored by nautica, nigga Everything I say's a quote, I just took of them folks Got a dope bag in my throat, I'm trying my best not to choke We gonna chase that fucking paper to the ceiling Zero tolerance for these bitches, they just want chillen I made a pledge to Migo to take care all my nephews and nieces Then ran into my Migo then turned to a fucking receiver I'm receiving, you know I'm cricket like ' I'm a freak, I get the pack, and take all the clothes off they body I know bitches, that gone come and fuck you and take all your riches I know math well, me and Gucci spending nothing but digits, get it
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