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I've in the stu late, workin', no residuals
If we never speak again, I'm just I got to tell you truth
Ain't playin' em'
You wanna come to
Matter of fact, you come to Pluto?

She me she was an angel
She fucked two and three singers
She got a few on speed dial
I'm tryna get the dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine handles ain't got nothin' to do my lil' child
No this codeine got nothin' to do with my lil' child
I used to sell dope at my grandma's house, as a rude
All these cameras on, fuckin' my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin' back and forth, they too
They know damn this wasn't promised
I know well this must be promised
Left every of Margielas at the condo
Technically I packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can
And I got this bad ting at
I cooked it up and I went global
My baby mama a Range Rover
Had to make I got it fully loaded
be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me
But at the time, I like to vibe with one
I'm paranoid, I gotta ride one
And I had to 'splain to her night
Had to send this one freak on the flight
Had to this one freak on the last flight

Won't get a response from me, no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won't tell you
Any time I got you, girl you my
Even if I hit you once, you of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my

Standin' on black socks, me at the yacht dock
out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it's the drop,
We get in our feelings,
I don't know how you feel about if I ain't have millions, yeah
I'm conversin' with you, I you hear me, yeah
my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And no it ain't about no braggin' rights
But even if it was, I got it
Pinstripes on a Bugatti
She me she was an angel
She fucked two and three singers
keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got joint, she know what to do with me
And right now I know what to do with you
I don't sound like I'm bein' rude with you
She a red eye, leavin' L.A
I shoulda her to the valet
And I had to tell her Miami
she came with no panty

Won't get a response me, ain't no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won't tell you
Any time I got you, you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my
if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you of my collection