Тональность: C major
Intro 1
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F
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Verse 1
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Bitch, I've been about that
paper like election day
Countin' 30 up, ain't worried much,
cause I'm blessed today
Cut into a fiend, bitch,
hurry up, I gotta catch a plane
Ironic how the bag work out
G
, but I ain't stressed today
C
I get to talkin' crazy,
I don't think y 'all get it
Sprintin' to the cheese around this
bitch, cause I ain't got no limit
Thankin'
God for these big blessings,
but he know I'm sinning
Sleepy shootin' like he
Big
Steph, and I don't know
who's sinning
Phone hit, alright, I sent my phone here for some big plays,
I don't know who sent them
Bitch talkin' crazy out her neck, I beat a car,
my sister
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bettin' on the game, I beat and broke the system
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Doin' donuts in your
Honda, beat and broke the engine
You out shoppin' with your bitch,
them niggas caught you slippin'
Pay the cost to be the boss and
I'ma pay with interest
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I'm the type to see an exit sign
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and turn around and enter
Yeah, cause I'm a backwards ass
I'm rollin' off some good weed,
call it laughing gas
You and your nigga want a song,
now it's ass on ass
I ain't even wanna smoke his
weed, tell the trash to back
Ayy, bitch, this a good batch,
it's in a plastic bag
Shirt, belt, and pants all from
Gucci with the hat to match
Uggy ass just shot it in the
vein and did the cabbage patch
OT with the rich folk, that's my habitat
Ayy, ayy,
Slee, we fuckin' this bitch up
Hold on
In that one bag, I can't stop,
I gotta keep goin'
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If I ain't have a dollar on this
G
bitch, I bet I keep flowin'
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Just cut into a freaky lil'
thot with my meat shorn
She blow me crazy comin'
off the top like a wreath blower
I was fucked up for months,
I had to keep goin'
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Fuck around and hit a million stream
G
s, I gotta keep focused
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I'ma keep the bag movin'
till I see motion
Talk this freak bitch, it ain't a game,
cause I don't see tokens
Bitch pulled up with the knuckle dust,
I think she need lotion
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I went and got my muscle up and
all the fiends growin'
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I really got that one shit that
they fiend for
Talkin' dumb shit, done heard your
ass through the ring door
Finna throw a party for my geese,
got a theme for it
I be then quoted on the
wall like I need more
A swerve just hit a nigga phone,
I'ma sting four
Rather sell it to the seller cause
it stings poor
Nigga got the speakin' on my
name and you seem bored
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Sleep off this big bitch like he seen
Thor
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Came in this bitch with two hoes,
but I need four
House filled up with messy
paper like I need drawers
And bitch just set the record straight,
I don't need drawers
Bout to ease my way to the top,
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I don't need doors
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Cm
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part, part, part, part, bit it.
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