Miley Cyrus

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    My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
    Lil' bitch, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, nigga)
    That lil' ho so dead to me (dead), I woke up and stepped (step)
    Cartiers, I step (step), H-Hermès jeans, I step (damn)
    Yeah, I'm turnin' X (yeah, yeah), X, X, X, X, bi-bitch
    I just want yo' neck (want yo' neck), I don't do the sex
    I don't know when we met, huh, b-bullets to his chest
    She suck me the best (the best), yeah, she gave me beck (wah)
    She suck me the best, eugh, shootout was a mess
    Smoke dope then I get dressed (what?), I-I don't do no press
    It don't hurt to take some X, pussy niggas dead (pah)
    Bullets, hope you get it (checks), l-lay his ass to rest (pah)

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    Pocket full of fetty, countin' checks, checks, checks
    Sheesh, I'm gettin' guap, I ain't stressin' nothing less
    Jugg his homie guap and it might teach yo' ass a lesson (big guap)
    She just gave me top, and now I'm talkin' to her best friend
    We got shit on lock, so you know we ain't never stressin'
    And you know we on the top-shelf shit, just like Jessie
    I don't think you ready, yeah, I know that you ain't ready, yeah
    Bae, this shit got levels, I ain't stressin', it's a lesson, yeah

    (T-t-this is ripmansion music)
    Ye-yeah
    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, ye-yeah

    My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy
    Lil' bitch, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, nigga)
    That lil' ho so dead to me (dead), I woke up and stepped (step)
    Cartiers, I step (step), H-Hermès jeans, I step (damn)
    Yeah, I'm turnin' X (yeah, yeah), X, X, X, X, bi-bitch
    I just want yo' neck (want yo' neck), I don't do the sex
    I don't know when we met, huh, b-bullets to his chest
    She suck me the best (the best), yeah, she gave me beck (wah)
    She suck me the best, eugh, shootout was a mess
    Smoke dope then I get dressed (what?), I-I don't do no press
    It don't hurt to take some X, pussy niggas dead (pah)
    Bullets, hope you get it (pah), l-lay his ass to rest

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