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(albüm: Lost Planet - 2019)


Get this motherfucking money, nigga
Dope money, nigga
Coke money, nigga
Dope money, nigga
Uh!
Whoa, Kenny!

I just bought this car, no renting
5%, the windows tinted
F&N, the scope extended
Beat a bitch back, I got her screaming
Pop a Perc 10, I feel like swimming
I keep a tool in my hand like a dentist
Max on the dash, hell nah, I ain't finished
I hit 200, then throw back the ceiling
Real butterfly doors, look at this Tesla
Three hoes with me, God damn, I'm extra
Sleep on the bitch like my middle name Dexter
The Maybach got 12s, I can hear myself better
Tick-tock, tick-tock, your shit fake
Got four APs, I'm still late
They count me out, I still ate
Blue cheese and ranch on my plate

Run through a bag every day of the week
I spent your house on my motherfucking teeth
I just be popping my shit, on repeat
I just be talking my shit, on repeat
Run through a bag every day of the week
I spent your house on my motherfucking teeth
I just be popping my shit, on repeat
I just be talking my shit, on repeat

I just be talking my shit
Two hoes, and they wanna suck dick
Blue hundreds, and my pockets turned crip
Like a MacBook, niggas get flipped
I just bought two packs then flipped them
Diamonds dancing, look like Christmas
Red beam on the Glock, won't miss 'em
(Skrt skrt) The coupe go missing
The birds, I sense 'em
I'm too sick, you can tell by the symptoms
I don't wanna fuck, hoe, gimme that lipton
Sipping, still whip the pot in the kitchen
Still sipping drank, yeah you know I relapsed
She give me neck 'til I sleep and relax
She getting mad 'cause I pull out her tracks
Flew that bitch here, then I flew that bitch back

Run through a bag every day of the week
I spent your house on my motherfucking teeth
I just be popping my shit, on repeat
I just be talking my shit, on repeat
Run through a bag every day of the week
I spent your house on my motherfucking teeth
I just be popping my shit, on repeat
I just be talking my shit, on repeat (Talk talk)

Yeah!
Uh!
I just be popping my shit, on repeat
I just be talking my shit, on repeat
Talking 'bout
Yeah
I just be popping my shit, on repeat (Uh!)
I just be talking my shit, on repeat

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