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God damn I'm killing them baby
Shit ain't been the same since I whipped this Mercedes
Now these lil bitches wanna f*ck and have babies
Know these chains blinging but don't look at me crazy
You see this fit Got damn
You see my whips Got damn
I whip my wrist Got damn
You see my bitch Got damn
You see this  fit got damn
You see  my whips got damn
They on my dick got damn
You see my bitch got damn

Real trap nigga keep the  glock  on my nightstand
Your favorite rapper can't f*ck a bitch I know that I can
Nigga try to play me swear to god that he a dead man
But I want the money and all the  good pussy I can
Started from the bottom I can't ever be no basic Nigga
Whip so fast I Bet 12 won't even chase a nigga
How you sleep on me imma bad mother fucker
Catch me in a foreign smoking gas and burning rubber
Trap star trying to f*ck you like a porn star
Tried to bring her to the crib she ain't make it past this foreign car
Imma star  fucking right imma star
If you tell me no I'm not then imma f*ck your bitch tomorrow
Niggas clam that they got my back but they ain't really down tho
Gave that bitch my love and my trust but she a clown hoe
Nigga started poppin but I still be around a tho
Nigga run up he'll get these whole 30 rounds bro

God damn I'm killing them baby
Shit ain't been the same since I whipped the Mercedes
Now these lil bitches wanna f*ck and have babies
Know these chains blinging but don't look at me crazy
You see this fit Got damn
You see my whips Got damn
I whip my wrist Got damn
You see my bitch Got damn
You see this  fit got damn
You see  my whips got damn
They on my dick got damn
You see my bitch got damn

Oh girl  I'm killing them dead
Bout to kill that pussy like it fucked up my bread
Bouncing in the club bottles straight to the head
Bounce that ass to my voice and I'm throwing you bread
Keep it cool all winter it's getting  hot I'm bout to air it out mad 
All you want but bitch I'm poppin you gone hear me out
Bitches call me cocky that's my name bitch don't you wear about
Hate is free promotion I'm the only thing they talking bout
I'm just as icy and as handsome as I wanna be
So my suggestion that you throw that pussy don't you front on me
F*ck ya bitch and then drop her back off wit some groceries
Three M popping champagne come have a toast wit me
You ain't fucking wit a lame you fucking wit the best
Let them panties hit the floor and snatch that shirt up off ya chest
Now days bitches rather hit me than the lotto
Money over bitches gone forever be the motto

God damn I'm killing them baby
Shit ain't been the same since I whipped the Mercedes
Now these lil bitches wanna f*ck and have babies
Know these chains blinging but don't look at me crazy
You see this fit Got damn
You see my whips Got damn
I whip my wrist Got damn
You see my bitch Got damn
You see this  fit got damn
You see  my whips got damn
They on my dick got damn
You see my bitch got damn

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