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    Let it bang on a hoe
    Big toy, G.I. Joe
    You can't fuck, that's a no
    I am picky, afro
    Bank on tic-tac-toe
    All you see is 0, 0, 0's
    Bitch, you know I'm in my glow
    Eat up the beat, I'll take it to go
    I don't answer the phone
    Bitch, run me a letter
    Slide to my crib if you got me some cheddar
    His blood spill when I shot the Beretta
    I had to walk home, in the inside I sweat her
    I don't let shit fly by, I just make souls fly high
    Kill him with his tie, kill him with his tie
    Kill him with his tie, that's tie-dye

    Pass that money 'round like hot potato
    Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
    Throw hands to his face like a facial
    That bullet hole look like a navel
    Pass that money 'round like hot potato
    Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
    Throw hands to his face like a facial
    That bullet hole look like a navel

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    Big money, feeling pumpy
    Adios, can't get shit from me
    Five meals in my tummy
    Equals up to your rent money
    Don't let your nigga play you like he's Stevie
    He do a triple take when he see me
    I might just talk to him real briefly
    Tell him to drop you off then come eat me
    That's if you like it or not
    I'm a business woman on top
    And I don't Facebook
    'Cause my face booked on every fucking flyer that drop
    This that knock, knock, who's there?
    Front porch, front porch, you
    Bitch, if you don't answer this door right now
    Bullets 'bout to come through
    Play if you want, today I got time
    I wouldn't even phone even if I was blind
    Who said I can't rap? That lil' bitch lying
    I'm bringing that heat like the clothes is dry, so stop it
    Bitches ain't on my profit
    I'm a messy bitch so watch it
    I'ma spill the tea and not mop it
    Bitch mean muggin', wearing pony tails
    So I'm guessing she a bum dummy
    So I beat her ass into the rubber band
    Like I need that for more money
    Cone head bitch, 'bout to be missing toppings
    Take off her head like a discount shopping
    Come to the block, don't put me on the block
    With his dread head schemin'
    That's a motherfucking plot twist

    Pass that money 'round like hot potato
    Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
    Throw hands to his face like a facial
    That bullet hole look like a navel
    Pass that money 'round like hot potato
    Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
    Throw hands to his face like a facial
    That bullet hole look like a navel

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