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Oh my God, what's this, an L beat?

I'm gassin' this shit
Ain't got a problem, I'm passin' a bitch
No hands with this shit
Still taxin' a bitch
On the porno, both hands on the dick
I'm fappin' this shit aye
Nigga really talkin' shit but they can't keep it talkin'
Niggas say that I'm a bitch, they the ones barkin'
And I duck out these shoes like I'm Charles Barkley
Use coke in the whip, off some molly
No joke in this shit, don't act out
Said that's your girl, I said I flex on the homie
f*ck one time, and the snakes [?]
Got checks in the car, bring it to the telly no sex in the car
See me shout from afar Runnin' them bands, I should take track
When I pass by your bitch, she gon take back
I'ma roll up two grand on my face-tat
And I got so much jewels I can't keep track
And I got so much jewels I can't keep track
I'm in the whip with my seat back
Whole lotta hunnids and money, it's funny you broke, [?] bring that beat back
Put that lil' bitch in the dirt
They all be ridin' my wave, you would think they all know how to surf
I'm cookin' up everyday
Don't got no time for no bitches to flirt
And I can't do minimum wage
Rather post on that block with that word
Rather post on that block with that word

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