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Bitch I’m selective, won’t fuck a hoe if she can’t dress
Time is to precious
I pick my hoes just like I pick my clothes
Gotta be bad to catch my eye
She wear Chanel, that #5
She get a rise and now I arrive
I hit it so good she rolling her eyes
I’m all in her thighs and I dive in that pussy
Just call me Phelps, she throwing it back, just call me Odell
And she calling for help and I’m dressing to well
She wet like a well and I’m giving you hell and my name ringing bells
You getting money? I cannot tell
She leaving you sad while she all on my sack
I don’t know you, you won’t get no dap
I’m off of the pack yeah
Baby girl gotta be fly, I’m to choosey
If she moody guess she losing
Need a brown skin like she Rudy, want her on me like Tuti
Glock hit ten doors, it’s not a game boy
Adjust the frame on you lames, a damn shame nigga
I wake up, eat cereal with my chains on
I got a couple jawns straight from D.O.A
They like Soho waves and drink Perrier
Make them do gay shit on Sunday, no Chick-Fil-a
I got her calling me baby like I’m in Pre-K
I’m looking at all this money like it’s a mistake
My bitch got the waves, Norman Osborne
And she say she really down to try porn
Polo it’s Lauren  Patek Philippe
Bitch named Lauren, I’m sure that she’s  foreign
Yea smoke up the Tahoe
Smoke a blunt in Colorado
Russian hitting Ivan Drago
All in different states like trivago, nigga
Goddamn I’m sick as fuck
I just woke up and this bitch stole my stuff
Goddamn, this bitch Cardi B
Should’ve known by how she looked at my weed
This little dumb thot was a thief
But I should’ve known she ate a burger with no cheese
But, she looked to good on her knees
I should’ve been attentive now my «RL» chain is missing
Now I’m steady wishing to finesse time
She was singing City Girls the whole damn time
Mary J. Blidge, guess lust is blind
I don’t even like that girl no more
Nah
I would never hit no more
Not to you or not to anyone unless I’m getting paid
I don’t even like that girl no more
Hell nah
Gave you that idea
Unless I’m getting paid you can go away
Nah
If I see your face might run away, hop on a plane cause it’s real out here
To much on my dish, relax your senses
You want to try this, looking like a lick
Cause it’s real out here, I’m old
And I got goosebumps, I’m cold
I know you’re tryna behold
Your brain finding Nemo
You looking scared, you gay?
My little sis ran away with some hoes now it’s real ass bitch give a fuck about
a nigga
Hanging out with niggas that be touching triggers
Pulling out gats for fun and I hope I don’t have a son because niggas is
fucking up
Nigga trivago
Nigga trivago