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[Chorus] I just got off tour and copped a condo Let me give you a tour I just got off tour, and I want some Let me exfoliate your pores [Verse 1] I just got off tour and now I'm balling like I'm Rondo Counting up real early in the morning like Alonzo Flood this shit like Elliot, I'll still give you a light show My pocket FN tight but my hips don't need a night glow I ain't even Curry, I got green thumbs Like Ayesha Curry, my bitch ballin' (swish) I brought my gang, look like security in the mall with me Bust down a forty, one millimeter, it costs a small fifty [Chorus] I just got off tour and copped a condo Let me give you a tour I just got off tour, and I want some Let me exfoliate your pores [Verse 2] I'm from the mud, I'm from the sediment I'm finna make her change her skin regiment I'm 'bout to whip it like it's eggs benedict Put you on CNN with the F&N Broke bitch throw it back for a Mac gift card Know your nigga get mad, Ferrari in your front yard Ooh this not for TV, this not NBC When she drop that ass on me, now she dancing with the stars I ain't talking 'bout no freestyle, but I give her bars Break her off like a Kit-Kat, she wan' fuck me on Mars [Chorus] I just got off tour and copped a condo Let me give you a tour I just got off tour, and I want some Let me exfoliate your pores, yeah [Chorus] Drank so many Sprites that I fainted Dose off to the inflight entertainment Right wrist fifty, left one is an eighty All these pointers in my wrist cost a Mercedes Hold that talking if you thought you was gon' play me Come with that bag or we gon' send you down to Grady But we're the same if you late, or you flake I lost my accent 'cause I'm always out of state, yeah, ayy [Verse] Wake up every morning thinking how much money can I make Ordered ten plates, waiter thought I was on a date These bitches Australian or something, all they want to do is mate All these bitches wanna date me, tell 'em all they gotta wait Yeah, shawty fine like wine, bust her down like a grape Whippin' up them babies, ship 'em off inside a crate Play her like a ukulele, my bitch fresh like a laylee I'm the football Brady, Gucci on her like a cape Yeah, and my life like gravy, 'cause there's so much at stake Niggas stole my swag, had to tell 'em it was late It just turned 2018, I did that 2008 Heard some good things about her, blow me up 'til I inflate [Chorus] Drank so many Sprites that I fainted Dose off to the inflight entertainment Right wrist fifty, left one is an eighty All these pointers in my wrist cost a Mercedes Hold that talking if you thought you was gon' play me Come with that bag or we gon' send you down to Grady But we're the same if you late, or you flake I lost my accent 'cause I'm always out of state, yeah, ayy
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