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Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Wait [Verse 1] Cuz gon' spin like a compass Up the .40, sound like a trumpet I was down bad, now the money abundant, like If you see a opp, bun him Smokin' shh, it's very pungent Fuck you, only God could give me judgement Cuz gon' shoot, he never reluctant I call him Jack Black, he get to drummin' It's not Blackjack, life not a game Get you some money, wa-watch how they change Feel like Zuko, I got the flame Po-pop a 30, the pain contain Like, wait, T-T-TP, the ticket If you don't got a gunner, you a [?], wait Outside totin' on [?] 'Cause they rather see you dеad than see you livin' Got a baddie, she very submissivе Sh-she bend it over, ve-very explicit Outside gotta stay on my pivot Got a new G, it's very efficient I get paper like Dunder Mifflin Baby, we could be like Jim and Pam But you gotta hold a tan Down bad, I ain't have a helpin' hand [Chorus] Damn, oh my, oh my, oh Shake that shit, baby, you might go viral, like Baby, th-throw that ass in spiral Keep shakin' that shit, baby, you goin' viral [?] work like RiRi Get that drop, we gon' spin like CD Get up tin the dirt, aimin' at your figi [?] like John, pull up, they don't see me, like Damn, oh my, oh my, oh Shake that shit, baby, you might go viral, like Baby, th-throw that ass in spiral Keep shakin' that shit, baby, you goin' viral [?] work like RiRi Get that drop, we gon' spin like CD Get up tin the dirt, aimin' at your figi [?] like John, pull up, they don't see me, like [Verse 2] Smokin' on dead opps, GDK aroma, wait [?] niggas out your [?] I still got fans in Barcelona Cuz send that nigga to coma Do-don't stop, no lettin' up Like the way that you shakin your [...]