oxy

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[Chorus] Uh, Prada all on my pants I got a mag in the bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah- yeah, Oxy go straight to the face, no I won't split it in half (What?) Yeah, I'm good at counting the bready in school I was trash at the math (Yeah, what?) I- I need to stretch out tha' drank', pour a four man, the shit won't last (Yeah) Yeah, she my personal slut (What?) Perky hit me like a truck I bought out- I bought out the store, what the fuck? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Look- look like blood in my cup (What?) Since a kid I ain't give no fucks Hop out the house, then hop in the truck (Yeah) I told the bitch, what's up? (It's up) I told tha ho' wassup? (What's up) [Verse] Yeah, yeah, walk on Balencis, they know my namе (Yeah, what?) She come on thе crib and she leaving it drained (Yeah) I'm getting high, not counting the strains (Wait) G19 got a brand new aim (Yeah) And a couple of jeans of Three Shit Tint (Yeah, yeah) I feel the X's bursting through my veins (Ohh) I got right, moved out to L.A, yeah (Oh yeah) You- you could've mind your business, yeah (Yeah) Right round turn on the Bentley (Oh yeah) Smoke up- smoke up on stain, get sticky I got a bad bi', put her on Fendi (Uhh) Yeah- yeah I've been doing her out of me No, I don't park three shit, that's change (White ho') White bitch got titties like vintage (Yeah) Spend a- spend a finna whole lotta racks at the dentist (Buh, buh) I can buy you this and that (Yeah) Got Chromeheart sign on the hat (Yeah) Put- put the whole damn team on my back (Yeah) If he cappin' on me get taxed (Oh yeah) I get fly, what you know 'bout that? (Oh yeah) I get high, what you know 'bout that? (What's up) You ain't with the gang won't get dat (Mhm) I ball harder, check my stats [Chorus] Uh, Prada all on my pants I got a mag in the bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah- yeah, Oxy go straight to the face, no I won't split it in half (What?) Yeah, I'm good at counting the bready in school I was trash at the math (Yeah, what?) I- I need to stretch out tha' drank', pour a four man, the shit won't last (Yeah) Yeah, she my personal slut (What?) Perky hit me like a truck I bought out- I bought out the store, what the fuck? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Look- look like blood in my cup (What?) Since a kid I ain't give no fucks Hop out the house, then hop on the truck (Yeah) I told the bitch, what's up? (It's up) I told tha ho' wassup? (What's up)
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- Kura