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She
gotta
fitness,
fat
ass,
tryna
do
some
business
Let
me
whip
it,
arm
big,
damn
I
eat
my
Spinach
Drop
a
hitta,
breaking,
records
like
I'm
Guinness
Like
'em
basic,
sevens,
so
I'm
really
'bout
my
litness,
Aye!
And
I'm
hot
for
Quiche,
so
I'm
after
money
Bringing
out
the
leash,
and
it
was
your
mommy's
And
she
want
the
'D',
but
it
wasn't
sunny
(Ayy,
what?
sorry
but
umm)
Getting
all
this
money
So
I
might
just
change
name
to
something
punny
Probably
baby
with
the
money,
put
it
on
my
name
Like
why
you
tryna
ball
with
me,
I
created
this
game
I'm
sinkin'
three's
from
half
court
While
I'm
wearing
a
40
pound
chain
Out
in
china,
getting
couple
bags
I
feel
like
santa,
lemme
check
the
tag
And
thotties
on
my
mind,
I'm
at
the
stake
Blame
it
on
the
lag,
I
see
you're
dying
from
the
vape
You
call
me
goat
for
your
escape
I'm
dripping
so
much,
made
a
lake
Betty
Crocker
how
I
whip
my
wrist,
I
made
a
cake
How
I
wish
I
really
had
my
fits,
a
Bathing
Ape
Baby
flowing
crazy
like
linguist,
Bolognese
Pull
up
on,
I'll
pop
you
like
a
zit,
Johnny
Cage
Blood
clot,
big
thot,
I
ain't
fazed,
yea
Two
wrists,
big
nerf,
do
not
play,
yea
Don't
trip,
New
Balance,
purple
with
the
Suede,
yuh
Yo
baby
like
what
you
even
sayin'?
She
gotta
fitness,
fat
ass,
tryna
do
some
business
Let
me
whip
it,
arm
big,
damn
I
eat
my
Spinach
Drop
a
hitta,
breaking,
records
like
I'm
Guinness
Like
'em
basic,
sevens,
so
I'm
really
'bout
my
litness,
Aye!
And
I'm
hot
for
Quiche,
so
I'm
after
money
Bringing
out
the
leash,
and
it
was
your
mommy's
And
she
want
the
'D',
but
it
wasn't
sunny
(Ayy,
what?
sorry
but
umm)
Big
bag,
hit
a
nice
store,
fuck
a
price
tag
Tick
tock,
check
my
wrist
walk,
check
the
ice
age
Duck
cops,
scope
a
12
Gauge,
that's
a
head
shot
Jump
pad,
now
I'm
on
top,
do
you
aim
bot?
Where
we
gonna
drop?
(drop)
Tilted
got
me
locked
(locked)
I'm
flaming
all
these
scrubby
players
on
my
desktop
(yeah)
I'm
sick
and
tired
of
thots,
they
don't
know
when
to
stop
Won't
she
ever
stop?
(pew,
pew,
pew,
pew)
Couple
haters
calling,
and
I
do
not
wanna
talk
She
tryna
pipe
it
up
on
me,
but
you
know
I
gotta
walk
Enamel
on
my
teeth
and
yeah
of
course
I
brush
my
teeth
And
then
I
heard
u
want
some
beef,
so
I'ma
chomp
u
up
like
meat
And
I
know
I
got
the
key
because
your
girlies
on
her
knee
She
be
like
praying
up
to
me
askin'
me
how'd
I
make
it
g
Sip
a
little
tea,
I'd
rather
work
it
with
some
speed
My
money
growin'
on
a
tree,
this
baby
don't
do
it
for
free
She
gotta
fitness,
fat
ass,
tryna
do
some
business
Let
me
whip
it,
arm
big,
damn
I
eat
my
Spinach
Drop
a
hitta,
breaking,
records
like
I'm
Guinness
Like
'em
basic,
sevens,
so
I'm
really
'bout
my
litness,
Aye!
And
I'm
hot
for
Quiche,
so
I'm
after
money
Bringing
out
the
leash,
and
it
was
your
mommy's
And
she
want
the
'D',
but
it
wasn't
sunny
(Ayy,
what?
sorry
but
umm)
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