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Bitch bad She belong onna runnway Wear a saturday dress Onna sunday Wear a friday dress On a monday Strapped up Like the bitch want gun play Off percs Got me flyin up the one way Yall broke ass niggas Wearin fake shoes Imma chef in the kitchen How i make food Put a nigga onna shirt How i make news I walk in Put them blunts In rotation I want aces I just got here In a spaceship These margiellas Came from mason Cookie cookie Where my apron Dressed in all this bape shit Throwin shade Thats motivation In a srt But i ain't racin Bitch wit me Naw she ain't basic 1942 Got me wasted Drink it straight Naw i ain't chasin Pop a rose bottle Shake it and spray it Bust a bowl Smell it and weigh it She bust it open She makin it spread I got the bag Bitch U heard what i said Imma throw this shit On you and your friend Smokin flavors Boogie aters Bookie tastie Heavy cheddar Off the celly She gone do it If i said it Shooters ready Two door chevy Roof she ready We gone do the forgis tho This purple drink Not mortan grow No reroc We gone pour up some mo See marley Rollin do-si-dos I pulled up in a porshi though This freak white bitch Be snortin coke My bag be moving Coast to coast I found another perki tho She saved the day Need some more drink It den made the day Nigga this shirt Came from bathing ape Im on a whole Nother wave today I might do The palm aims today Bitch pretty She the slave today She think Im trynna get ate today Im countin hunneds I den made a way Few mo bands I den gained today New givenchy That i claimed today Just go outside And play today This bitch unfaithful Can't stay away These niggas still Usin layaway Nigga play wit us You get laid away Gamble with his life And he aced away Bet a bitch wanna Hang weight today I just want a bitch Thats bossy Bout that rich shit She be talkin Wear that drip shit She so saucy When a boss talk She listen She ain't talkin Drive a big body She ain't walkin All that gossip shit She ain't off it Last thing she wanted She got it She wanna take me on a ship She got it All this drip I ain't need no stylist Fuck her hard From the back She hollin They say it ain't trickin If you got it All these hoes call me daddy