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Thugger, Uzi, brrt My lil' nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe I be the richest, I be the richest I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs I want to kiss it, I want to lick it I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it Okay I might pull out in a 'Rarri yea (skrrrt) I got to get my dough, I stack my money yea Looking at my chain white gold, how much it cost me hey Now my old bitch salty yea, she keep calling me Swerve around that bitch, while she walking, aye Diamonds on my wrist clearer than Blu-Ray yea Had to get up and go get it, it was no other way yeah Now a days me and my brother, we hotter than summer days yea Told your bitch suck on the head and I nut in your mother's face Yeah, Me and Thugger do so well on Earth Cause we from outer space Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money We got the cake Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money We got the cake My lil' nigga poppin' at your brain like yea hoe My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe I be the richest, I be the richest I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs I want to kiss it, I want to lick it I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it You told me that bitch was cool, that bitch was loose Pull up in my Yeezy Boosts Ya I don't follow no rules Ya my car it don't got no roof Ya hit her so hard she gon' sue Ya that lil' bitch she not new Ya Rick Owens all on my shoes Ya your bitch stuck to me like glue Counting the money, counting the money, now I'm the man in my city Fuck with some C's, fuck with big B's, driving around in a Bentley Went to the hood, got a lil' bitch, bet you Lil' Uzi gon' hit her Lil' Uzi leave that bitch dripping She mad at me pull out Remy Smoking this gas, popping these Xans Ya you know I'm a lean sipper Ain't about money why is you talkin'? I smack you right with my hand Lil' Uzi cool like a fan ya My new bitch she got a man ya All these hoes they my fans ya Walking around with all these bands ya My lil' nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe I be the richest, I be the richest I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs I want to kiss it, I want to lick it I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it
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