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    Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up
    Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us
    Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
    Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
    Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things
    Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
    Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil nigga, we got a lot of these
    Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, Tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans

    Fuck you mean? Game of laser tag, we brought a lot of beams
    Fuck you mean? Good girls goin' bad, I see 'em switchin' teams
    Fuck you mean? I don't get no peace, so fuck the birds and bees
    Yellin' in my face make me just wanna hear a chopper scream
    Ah, fuck it, let it breathe
    That's the repercussions for niggas that's tryna turn on me
    Opposite of bleak, turnt up through the roof just like a leak
    Rainin' down on bitches, tryna see who gon' grow my papa seeds

    Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up
    Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us
    Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
    Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
    Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things
    Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
    Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil nigga, we got a lot of these
    Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, Tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans

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    You mad (yeah)
    You can't get her bag (baow, baow, baow)
    She throwin' all that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow)
    So I buy her bag (yeah, yeah)
    So she can put in work

    Off of two cups of that D'USSÉ, at two we gettin' stupid
    She keep grabbin' at my dick, say: Daddy, show me how you use it
    I slidin', she squirtin', I slidin', she squirtin'
    I just turnt up to the max, after I slap, I hit my dirty (okay)

    Like the letter after your ass failed, bitch, we G'd up
    Talkin' about me a cover up, they tryna be us
    Candy paint was bubblegum, but I spit pollaseeds
    Bitch, I'm from the West Coast, you know it's fuck your policy
    Baby, I ain't politickin', I seen a lot of things
    Floodin' the section, as I look 'round, I see a lot of fees
    Braggin' 'bout this weapon, lil nigga, we got a lot of these
    Four-five Desert Eagle, ah, Tuck that bitch in Lotto jeans

    You mad (yeah)
    You can't get her bag (baow, baow, baow)
    She throwin' all that ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, baow, baow)
    So I buy her bag (yeah, yeah)
    So she can put in work

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