Lit Like Orlando
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(Say it again) (Hi, Oscar I miss you, you the best uncle ever) (I mean, Listen) Bad bitches turned out off a band though Yeah I got em way too lit like Orlando You mad cause ya' bitch on my dick She a fan though And you can tell her make a wish Blow the candle I got two side bitches and a main chick But they both play the role like a main bitch I told em both "I can make a bitch famous" Ain't got time for no excuses you can save it I was raised in the hood From the projects You ain't coming up with me But you can watch And you already know I keep a band in my wallet I told ya' nigga put his hand in my pocket Champagne you cant afford by the poolside Real pretty in the face and her teeth white Acting boujee coming slow with the reply Now she said she wanna chill i'm boutta deep dive I ain't never had to deal with a fake hoe Your taxes don't add up to my bank roll I like peaches but I rather eat the cake though And you can eat the dick like a egg roll You can always catch me chillin' with the same bitch We don't ever switch it Stick with the same shit I know they mad, kiss my ass They so furious They make me sick, suck my dick Im so serious (Period) You said you love me You a clown, You a joke Gimme the bottle cause im boutta drive the boat Grab ya' ass imma put it in ya' throat I would say call me Daddy but I like it when you choke Bad bitches turned out off a band though Yeah I got em way too lit like Orlando You mad cause ya' bitch on my dick She a fan though And you can tell her make a wish Blow the candle I got two side bitches and a main chick But they both play the role like a main bitch I told em both "I can make a bitch famous" Ain't got time for no excuses you can save it I was raised in the hood From the projects You ain't coming up with me But you can watch it And you already know I keep a band in my wallet I told ya' nigga put his hand in my pocket If a nigga ever try me he can get the back hand Ask ya' bitch how I eat it now she call me PacMan Bitches always throw me pussy you can call CatMan So you know I beat it up call me RatatatatMan I ain't come here to speak so don't talk about the sentence I only do it for the bag so have my money at the entrance Always talking shit only go as far as my mentions My responses ain't free you gotta pay for my attention I do it something like more like a cash whore All my peoples gettin' paid but I get paid more You banking all the taxes that's because you claimed four The music made me coin the f*ck you thought I got paid for (Bad bitches turned out off a band though) (Got em way too lit like Orlando)
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