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[Verse 1] Probably could sell out the georgia dome, I swear Atlanta my second home Bad bitches all on my telephone, either want money or wanna bone Fucking mad bitches at georgia state My ex went to clark I can't stand her face I bailed her out when she caught a case And she did me wrong I feel just like drake… "Fuck her" I go to follies and fuck with my baby young Smack her ass while im throwing ones Still ain't get the pussy but imma kill it when I do I know that time bout to come Tell them fuck boys to stand down Went to west lake and Sandtown Same hoes fronted on me back then I bet all them bitches is fans now Name a bitch popping in the city under 22 that didn't have sex with me? I swear im a real life celebrity Verified I got the check on me None of these niggas could flex on me Specially cause they hoe be texting me But i don't want yo bitch.. Don't you see bahja right next to me? I made a lot of new enemies, females be filled up with jealousy Im not shit thats what they keep telling me, they lying they tryna discredit me But I won't let that shit get to me Mentally I'm in a great spot I ain't tripping i know most of these bitches be back on my dick when the tape drop
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