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All the hoes explode tryna lose they clothes, breitling dancing on my right
Boy dont act up in the club, i ain t tryna brag i m just being honest Herb, i pull up in that rari whip
riding with a bitch that eat the dick while i m rolling up these city niggas know wassup
all i rock is foreign shit
Hit him up before he hear i m coming, i m talking shit, forgiatos on the vette
Ya girl want me cus she hear i m stuntin, ya girl want me cus she hear i m stuntin Through, hit him up before he hear i m coming
These niggas can t afford to get, i won t be your husband
bitch i m running through a check
We snuck that mac up in the club, thats cus i mma talking brick
Bout how i spazz in true religion and hold stacks in rubberbands, i mma lil nigga with a lot of commas
Smoking on that marley piff, spent a car note on my neck
Riding solo in the beamer stuntin, and then i m running through the rest Herb, i spent them stacks in vip so they let me back up in the club
like i m fighting rocky vi
louie v belt hold it up smoking potent
rolly on my other hand
I ain t tryna brag i m just being honest, i can t even trust you, forgiatos on the vette
If ya bitch fucking i mma get her busting, got me on that cocky shit, cashed out in the gear
Dick the only thing i ll give a woman, i remember being broke as fuck Running, i ain t got time for no date or lunches
and then i m running through the rest
I m seeing circles in the night from mixing purple with the sprite, rolly on my other hand
I can t even trust you, all the hoes explode tryna lose they clothes, if a nigga muggin i mma give him something
i ain t tryna brag i m just being honest
I be shining in the dark, bout how i spazz in true religion and hold stacks in rubberbands Lil, skeet off i ain t fearing nothing
and then i m running through the rest
300 on my trues tag
These niggas can t afford to get, thats cus i mma talking brick, skeet off i ain t fearing nothing
I pull up in that rari whip, call for backup in the club