FUCK

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[Intro] 808 demon What the fuck— [Chorus] Fuck, fuck Bitch, I spilt my cup Bags on bags on bags, I just be runnin' shit up, huh Racks on racks on racks, she wanna fuck, I touched down in Paris Thousand dollars, my appearance Too many sons, I feel like a goddamn parent [Verse] 217, elites, yeah, these bitches say that I'm fleek, huh Miami, bitch, I got heat, I went to good times, I be hurtin' my feet These niggas look up to me, yeah, Maajins gon' fuck with the beat Bought her a new bag, slay, boy, you sweet And I got top in the G They askin' questions, "How the fuck you do it?" But I just talk on the beat I'm gettin' money up, bitch, I'm higher than God I put my cup on the seat Lean on my ex ho, bitch, I feel like X' I'm in yo' hood, sippin' tea I'm a lil' addict to this goddamn coupé And this bitch quit sippin' lean Hold on, my coupé, it got two doors I'm gon' dip, like, "Kudos" I been gettin' so much bag, my pockets fat like Xhulooo Fuck, yeah, hold on Fuck, bitch, I'm the goat, run it up I-I could just say the same shit on music 'cause I'm still goin' up (F-fuck) Yeah, I don't fuck with that lame shit You a mean bitch, I'll tell you straight up (F-fuck, fuck) These niggas really my sons You cannot be me, bitch, you gon' run out of luck [Chorus] Fuck, fuck Bitch, I spilt my cup Bags on bags on bags, I just be runnin' shit up, huh Racks on racks on racks, she wanna fuck, I touched down in Paris Thousand dollars, my appearance Too many sons, I feel like a goddamn parent
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- heygwuapo