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Poof! There go the car (poof!) There go the crib (Poof!) A hundred mil (whoop!) David Copperfield David Copperfield (MayBach Music) David Copperfield (Poof!) There go the car (poof!) There go the crib (Poof!) A hundred mil (whoop!) David Copperfield David Copperfield David Copperfield Could you knock that ho? Could you blame that bitch 'Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga like me That's gon' slang that dick? Like coke to a fiend, fuck throat on the lean Take low on the Perc', now that ho on a bean Still money over these hoes Got YSL on my clothes And blood drip on my sneakers Nigga, you hating on me, she chose And I ain't fuck your girl, she rode My stick-shift she drove Did everything that she 'posed to I pulled my camera out and she posed And I was like, 'Got that, drop that, pop that' Got the top back on the dropback, I'm back And the Glock at where the crotch at, I'm strapped All the rocks at where the watch at, stop that Could you cop that? Not that I'm like, 'Send the mob at', dime sack I'm catching on contact, got racks Y'all niggas ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life! (Poof!) There go the car (poof!) There go the crib (Poof!) A hundred mil (whoop!) David Copperfield David Copperfield David Copperfield (Poof!) There go the car (poof!) There go the crib (Poof!) A hundred mil (whoop!) David Copperfield David Copperfield David Copperfield Poof! Nigga fuck your life Fuck your niggas and fuck your wife (fuck 'em!) Got two bad bitches with a nigga And you know they gon' fuck all night (right) And I rock hard white, nigga rich game pride I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours in a big boy drop Call big boy shots All clear stones in my big boy watch All year long, got the strip on lock Everytime we in this bitch, man, shit gon' pop My hip on Glock, your hip on nothing My niggas got racks, y'all niggas be fronting Red Cartier, redbone bitch Red bottoms on her, hair long as shit (hold up) Yellow gold Ro', yellow bone ho And yellow bottles of Spades nigga, whole clique self made nigga (Poof!) There go the car (poof!) There go the crib (Poof!) A hundred mil (whoop!) David Copperfield David Copperfield David Copperfield (Poof!) There go the car (poof!) There go the crib (Poof!) A hundred mil (whoop!) David Copperfield David Copperfield David Copperfield
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