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[Intro] The Avengerz [Chorus] Don't it feel good to wake up to them bands Hit up the plug, the work is from Japan I check the tracker to see when it lands I’m in the kitchen whippin' pots and pans Don't it feel good to wake up to them bands Hit up the plug, the work is from Japan I check the tracker to see when it lands I’m in the kitchen whippin' pots and pans [Verse 1] What it do, hoe? This my new flow I'm on a cruise boat AK-47, my niggas shoot those [?], my niggas pull those New Porsche, 9/11, backseat got two hoes I'm Bobby [?], playin' Foosball, you niggas [?] In the closet, Ricky Martin, my new door My diamonds sparkling, you rockin' [?] At the free-throw, I'm taggin' Like a [?], takin’ yo’ hoe [?] My neck is so froze Get it, whip it, flip it Bitches they be trippin' Cars that I’m whippin, got it from a midget Rollie cost a ticket, diamonds, water, drippin' Water, water, whippin', [?] [Chorus] Don't it feel good to wake up to them bands Hit up the plug, the work is from Japan I check the tracker to see when it lands I’m in the kitchen whippin' pots and pans Don't it feel good to wake up to them bands Hit up the plug, the work is from Japan I check the tracker to see when it lands I'm in the kitchen whippin' pots and pans [Verse 2] I'm in the kitchen, whippin' it, whippin' it My hoe was trippin' cause I would not give her dick I told her quit trippin', bitch, I'm tryna go cash a check I runnin it, runnin it, I'm shippin these packages Crossin' the border, like mexicans Quit tellin' my bitch she a mexican They told me I couldn't, but yes I can Stackin' up all the blue hunnids', Benjamins My youngest got guns, like Afghanistan Cost so much bands that I swear they hurt my hands So many bands that it busted a rubber band My bitch is bad and her bag got the contraband Hit the plug and ask him what it cost Told me cop a hundred, he gon' work it for the low They niggas not a hundred, he gon' take it to the law See that you ball so they all on your balls Got that 44, took them all in my draws, bang Gwalla stuffed in my vault, man You hoe did this shit for the gwalla, gang I do this for the gwalla, fuck all the fame [Chorus] Don't it feel good to wake up to them bands Hit up the plug, the work is from Japan I check the tracker to see when it lands I'm in the kitchen whippin' pots and pans Don't it feel good to wake up to them bands Hit up the plug, the work is from Japan I check the tracker to see when it lands I'm in the kitchen whippin' pots and pans
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