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Ridin', cruisin' with the windows down
Just copped a
Let's get it
I'm a monster, you can see it
All these bitches wanna fuck
Wait, your bitch she a thottie
She just wanna kick it, I don't know karate
But I fuck her so good, I feel so great
Guess what, her neck off her body
To license a-
Yeah
Two bitches, they into me
I'm thinkin' they feelin' me
Oh yeah, Adidas on me like I'm DMC
Yeah, oh yeah, your bitch wanna hang with me
I got the drip from my walk
My bad bitch, she come from up north
My money, it come from the vault
I'm smokin' on dope like Young Dolph
To license a-
I'm smokin' on dope, real fruit dope
I got it from Dion
Free Guwop, I'll say shit two times
I'm ridin' 'round in an Uber
I took your bitch and you a loser
I wish a nigga would try to try me
I wish a nigga would
Pull up in the foreign so coupe
Left wrist lookin' so ooh
Diamonds, I wanna shoot, move
Bad, bad baby girl, you're cool
I got my 30, you know I'm never lackin'
Run up on me then it's crackin'
I get the money, I bag it
You say you got money, lil' homie what happened?
Dexter
Hell yeah, you, you, you got to
You gotta give
It won't be no Dexter if it weren't no Nas
You gotta, you got, you can't
If you don't respect the OGs then fuck you
You gotta respect Snoop, Ice Cube
Come on, we just be, we just be speakin' facts, right?
You gotta respect Wu-Tang
You gotta, you can't, you can't
You gotta respect them, Mobb
You gotta respect that
Redman, Method Man, respect them
Come on
Nah, we speakin' facts, nah, we speakin' facts
Nah, we speakin' facts, nah, we speakin' facts
Nah, we speakin' facts, nah, we speakin' facts
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