Fuck her so long that she ran out of wind I´m on the west side, I´m purchasing BINs AMG kit on my car, that´s a band Cartier world on my spectacle lens Bitch on my arm and you know she a ten
My partner pulled up and he came and bought ten Pushin´ that Bimmer, my car is a sin (Trauma Tone) When I open that pack, niggas smellin´ the scent I´m at the top of the Twelve in a pent´ Synthetic fraud, I ain´t payin´ no rent If they raid the spot, then I might do a stint I reach in my pocket and pull out a roll He reach in his pocket and pull out some lint She tryna fuck me, she givin´ me hints I go get some money and stay out the mix I´ma open my door, I´ma hop out the whip When I walk in the house, she gon´ jump on my dick She gon´ take off my clothes, she gon´ suck me with spit I just put her on swiping, her ex-nigga sick
I just bought her a laptop, now she got the kit She just punched in some numbers I cloned for her kids Tryna take from the kid, you´ll get burnt like a cig´ We just left from downtown, she just swiped for a wig We don´t do this shit small, we gon´ do this shit big She gon´ love me forever and never renege I´ma love her the same, I don´t fuck with no pigs I ain´t talkin´ ´bout Taye, but I know niggas dig Put some racks on your head like I work up in Lids Takin´ trips out of town, we done hit different banks All the crime that I´m doin´, they feel in they state
I done already drained the card, agents too late I done already raped an account, they too late
She gon´ come fuck me to sleep Backin´ up the trap, truck beep, beep Ridin´ ´round catchin´ plays one deep Got white cards, got cheat sheet Got the fast Benz, this an AMG At the Lakers game watchin´ AD And my jewelry cold like AC Royal Oak, dawg, this an AP Shooter ridin´ with me like KD Nigga, I´m a chief like KC Bae, I´ma beat like Tay Keith Nigga, I´m a killer, don´t make me Ridin´ around scammin´ in a H3 Red bottom runners, they blue navy These niggas broke, they too lazy
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