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[Intro/Chorus: Pollàri/Larry] Yeah! Wow! I was trappin' in that field I was lonely Can't trust every face, niggas phony You are not my bitch, no one and only Every where I go these hoes they know me Foreign bitch that just be my taste Designer shit always on my waist If that boy gon' play he might just get sprayed If that boy gon' play he might just get sprayed I was in the field it was so lonely Always making shady bitches owe me Had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type shit Playing keep away with this bag I just hit I was in the field it was so lonely Always making shady bitches owe me Had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type shit Playing keep away with this bag I just hit [Verse 1: Randy!] Five bands on my wrist, the drugs just hit My trigger finger itch that motherfucker ticklish My neck ain't Rob Dyrdek, but that motherfucker ridiculous I just met your bitch, Yung Randy a Met that's how I hit You want a tip, bitch get out the way Hollow tip coming to your door once a day I'mma hit the dope with OxyClean, yeah Randy Billy Mayes Your bitch blowing up my phone like a god damn grenade [Verse 2: Pollàri] Yeah, look Your bitch call my line because I'm sexy, oh Diamonds hefty, got water like a jetski, oh Gucci bag hold the ratchet, please dont test me, oh Gucci bag hold the ratchet, please dont test me, oh Money on my mind, that's just how I feel, oh, yeah Used to run the check way before the deal, oh, yeah Money on my mind, that's just how I feel, oh, yeah Might just take his bitch, eat like a meal, oh, yeah [Chorus: Pollàri/Larry] I was trappin' in that field I was lonely Can't trust every face, niggas phony You are not my bitch, no one and only Every where I go these hoes they know me Foreign bitch that just be my taste Designer shit always on my waist If that boy gon' play he might just get sprayed If that boy gon' play he might just get sprayed I was in the field it was so lonely Always making shady bitches owe me Had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type shit Playing keep away with this bag I just hit I was in the field it was so lonely Always making shady bitches owe me Had to keep my weight up flexing strong, type shit Playing keep away with this bag I just hit [Verse 3: SenseiATL] Ain't shit sweet, catch me hittin' licks I'mma lay it down, hit you with a stick I'mma lay it down, might just fuck your bitch Bustin' down the grip, bustin' down the brick Catch me with the [?], posted in the mob Keep the work on deck, so you know I do the job Kickin' shit with the money something like Jiu Jitsu Draco with a mag, bitch come and get a issue [Verse 4: Larry] Yeah, uh, Larry! You a capper, you on caps lock Please stop talkin' let me show you Comme des Garçons straight from '04, but it really might be older Whatever in that bag ain't worth 'bout half what's on my shoulder Fresh seal, dump it in some cola Run that back, I need that bad It ain't even, you just watch your comrades And it's all because we in demand, yeah
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