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Yuh, yuh

I pour the lean right up in my soda
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova
She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
Can't let these niggas fuck up my composure
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That nigga broke, that's why I don't know 'em
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it
Can't fuck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talking that shit like I wouldn't notice
Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this
I don't fuck with you, don't send me no opens
I'm sipping DJ Phat, off the opiates

I swear, these niggas my clones
Bad white bitch, she all in my phone
I do this shit, yeah, all on my own
I'm boutta' blow, yeah, this shit is prone
Smoking your dead man, yeah, that's my cologne
I mix the Helmut Lang with the Vlone
She say "Lovin My Fashion! ", that's her favorite song
These niggas mad that I'm finna be on
Just hit my phone, when you finna be home?
Girl, you know I ain't finna be long
Try me, yeah, that boy gon' be gone
He want free smoke, nigga, come on
Try me, be like, nigga, come on
.223 gon' send that boy home

I pour the lean right up in my soda
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova
She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
Can't let these niggas fuck up my composure
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That nigga broke, that's why I don't know 'em
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it
Can't fuck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talking that shit like I wouldn't notice
Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this
I don't fuck with you, don't send me no opens
I'm sipping DJ Phat, off the opiates

I pour the lean right up in my soda
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova
She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
Can't let these niggas fuck up my composure
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That nigga broke, that's why I don't know 'em
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it
Can't fuck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talking that shit like I wouldn't notice
Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this
I don't fuck with you, don't send me no opens
I'm sipping DJ Phat

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