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God damn Sam
I'm in the coupe, let me come scoop Shoot or
Shoot, I'm talking to you like I'm in the booth
I'm a poet and I know it I don't just talk, I show it
And I got enough to blow it Slow it down a little bit
We moving too fast
Damn all that ass
She gon' make me bust fast
What a blast
I put a smile on your face
Gotta show you before you leave
That I can't be replaced
And remember your taste
Fuck face and your smell
Baby, you're bad as hell
Got a player on your trail
I see you casting spells
Pussy got me running back
On phones like where you at
Trying to fall asleep in that
Ladies, man
I put a smile on your face
Any way that I can
I got the world in my hands
You got the word in your pants My wordplay is clever
I hear you laughing and grinning I lay you on it Ladies man I
Put a smile on your anyway that I can I got the world in
My hands You got the world in your pants My wordplay is clever
I hear you laughing
And grinning I lay you on it in
You in the presence of a king
I'm coming with class to get that ass
On the road, nigga, soon as she pass
I'm moving fast
She a killer, cool and fly
But real feminine
Approach it like a gangsta and a gentleman
Compare me to none of them
Moving like the boss I am
If you're a lawyer, you a part of the fam
We in the land
California dreaming on the west coast
Now she let me swim in that pussy
I'm doing breaststroke
Blowing on the best smoke
Paper is definitely on deck
I'ma ladies man check
Keep that ice on the neck
I don't know what they expect
This the Don
That smile on her face like the motherfucking sun
Yeah
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