| Foreign Spanish jawn, really like the lemonade
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| I put Cartiers all over my bitch’s face
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| She just got a pair, all because a nigga paid
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| Put her in the past, 'cause you know
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| Yeah, you know, I smashed
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| Yeah, I smashed, yeah
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| Shawty let me smash
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| So I put her in the past, yeah
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| I put her in the past
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| Yeah, I smashed, yeah
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| Yeah, you know, I smashed (yeah)
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| So I put her in the past, yeah
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| Yeah I put her in the smash
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| She rock Carti' frames, sweet like candy canes
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| If I’m Superman, she my Lois Lane
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| Gucci everything, Louis everything
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| Had to cut her off, she sniff too much 'caine
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| Don’t look so surprised, all she want to do is lie
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| Then she turned around and cried, demons all in her eyes
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| She don’t feel no pain, she might be insane
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| Colder than some rain, pussy lemonade
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| Foreign Spanish jawn, really like the lemonade
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| I put Cartiers all over my bitch’s face
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| She just got a pair, all because a nigga paid
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| Put her in the past, 'cause you know
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| Yeah, you know, I smashed
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| Yeah, I smashed, yeah
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| Shawty let me smash so I put her in the past, yeah
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| I put her in the past
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| Yeah, I smashed, yeah
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| Yeah, you know, I smashed so I put her in the past, yeah
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| Yeah I put her in the smash |