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[Verse 1:] Yeah, bitch lemme guess you drunk? In here dancing on me, you thick as fuck Yo Friend thick too, but it's not enough His bitch in my dm's so I guess it's up If you ain't street I can't do a song with you Niggas really broke That's the first thing that's wrong with you Buffs white as hell Looking like a roll of tissue I don't wanna fuck I'ma let lil' brodie hit you [Verse 2:] How them titties sit up like that? (How you do that?) Bitch, why that ass so fat? (Why that ass so fat?) Get on the pole Ass naked, I'ma throw a rack Get all them hoes you be with, tell em throw it back (C'mon) If they ain't tryna fuck everybody, they can lift back I don't want yo chain, but you can get yo bitch snatched (Cmere) I got the blick [?] got the blick me and my bitch match [Verse 3:] Get on the motherfucking floor with it She staring at a nigga, sliding up and down the pole with it AR with me, I came through the front door with it Bitch too rich, I can't let a broke hoe get me (Hell Nah) [Verse 4:] Say she want some ace of spades I don't even drink, but it's on the way I don't gotta flex, bitch you know i'm paid I don't do shit here Catch me out the way [Verse 5:] Waiting on the zip, Busting [?}-pops Poured a whole pint of acorn and i'm still alive She say when I fuck her from the back, I make her feel alive I'ma make this bitch cum a thousand times I think niggas ran out of money That's why they ain't throwing shit If I don't buy this bitch what she want, she gone throw a fit If she don't buy me what I want she get b-side bitch Got a bag My west side bitch so bad, this bitch a demon My bitch from Toronto look like I just took her out the freezer The only way my foreign bitch here cause she got a visa Put yo best picture on a shirt, I just need a reason (I just need a reason) [Verse 6:] I just dog walked this bad bitch, she say she from England I don't know if this the same thing as the United Kingdom All I know is this Burberry make me feel like i'm from Britain [Hook:] I knew I was gone be a boss, it was written Play by the rules, don't get lost It's really pimpin' I used to ride with zips of the sauce inside the fender Now I'm dropping zips of the dog inside the blender I knew I was gone be a boss, it was written Play by the rules, don't get lost It's really pimpin' I used to ride with zips of the sauce inside the fender Now I'm dropping zips of the dog inside the blender