| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
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| Sippin' OJ in the Cris' |
| Model with me and she lit |
| Black leather Ventement trench |
| Thousands gon' go on my wrist |
| This bitch drankin' me, she a fish |
| They soft that they swivel, don't stick |
| I can do a lot of things but don't miss |
| Your baby mama know that I mean it |
| I fuck on her, never want lip |
| She call for a friend for some help |
| Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player |
| All this salt only killin' the snails |
| Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail |
| It's some G33 l inhale |
| Man, I pray all my niggas is well |
| And I told you I still will prevail |
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| Come on, ain't tryna be late |
| Got a show, l'ma go cross-state |
| We could creep and be well out the way |
| Pick a time and a place |
| I done seen how niggas switch sides |
| I'm like, "Nah, I'm straight" |
| Bitch bad, got a gap through her thighs |
| She fine, okay |
| They still gotta pay us |
| I took her to Zales |
| I cut like a flair |
| Have the Cuban, I don't wanna link |
| I clear all the tabs |
| They pay for their abs |
| I put faith in my craft |
| And for now on, I'm keepin' receipts |
| On the grind, I'm knee-deep |
| These rhymes paid all my lease |
| She fine, speakin' in Greek |
| With vibes, we out in Greece |
| High, stimulate my mind, tryna reach my peak |
| High, yeah, I'm gon' touch the sky, you know I get fleek |
| Yo, slide |
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| Sippin' OJ in the Cris' |
| Model with me and she lit |
| Black leather Ventement trench |
| Thousands gon' go on my wrist |
| This bitch drankin' me, she a fish |
| They soft that they swivel, don't stick |
| I can do a lot of things but don't miss |
| Your baby mama know that I mean it |
| I fuck on her, never want lip |
| She call for a friend for some help |
| Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player |
| All this salt only killin' the snails |
| Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail |
| It's some G33 l inhale |
| Man, I pray all my niggas is well |
| And I told you I still will prevail |
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| Thank the Lord, I don't take it for granted |
| I can pop on a whole 'nother planet |
| I love fuckin' my bitch 'cause I'm mannish |
| I love watchin' her take off her panties |
| I know some of you niggas can't stand it |
| Ain't gon' get it, that nigga still havin' |
| Love to see me, they seein' what's happenin' |
| They stay ready, l'on gotta get ready |
| She with it, I don't gotta say it |
| I don't figured you know how to play it |
| I'm all on they radar |
| I'm high-key that nigga for real |
| Keep workin', it pay off |
| You spend it however you feel |
| I can't take a day off |
| I'm plantin' more seeds in the field |
| Yeah, nigga fly, dressin' to kill |
| No lie, this energy real |
| Rhyme geekin' on |
| Landin' in Beverly Hills |
| Out my mind |
| Half a mil' for my bills |
| That's why I grind |
| Fuck how a nigga feel |
|
| Sippin' OJ in the Cris' |
| Model with me and she lit |
| Black leather Ventement trench |
| Thousands gon' go on my wrist |
| This bitch drankin' me, she a fish |
| They soft that they swivel, don't stick |
| I can do a lot of things but don't miss |
| Your baby mama know that I mean it |
| I fuck on her, never want lip |
| She call for a friend for some help |
| Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player |
| All this salt only killin' the snails |
| Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail |
| It's some G33 l inhale |
| Man, I pray all my niggas is well |
| And I told you I still will prevail |
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