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I don’t think that I’ma lose my friends anymore
I don’t think I’ma lose these bands anymore
I might have to go and change the plans on you whore
Chillin' and I got the same friends from before
Go, go
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Yo, I know all the tricks
I just found your girl, she gon' bite my dick
Take her round the world, on expensive trips
'Cause she like that shit, yeah, she like that shit
I might buy some clothes
I might buy some kicks
Icy wrist
Chain look like gritz
I’m forever cool
You know that be my clique
All you hatin' hoes
Can get up on my dick
So you’re so fancy now
Diamonds dancin' out
And my homies up
Got that present ah
Screamin' freaky that
Screamin' freaky that
Yeah you know my set
Got yo' bitch so wet
Wassup with that mouth?
What you gon' do for the club?
Wassup with that mouth?
What you gon' do for the club?
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I don’t think that I’ma lose my friends anymore
I don’t think I’ma lose these bands anymore
I might have to go and change the plans on you whore
Chillin' and I got the same friends from before like
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