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Fuck Uh-huh, yeah (I wish I was Jenry) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah He finna pull up to LA with a hundred dollars to his name? Huh I could never be a carbon copy, all these motherfuckers act the same Had to go kill these hoes up at the spot I feel like Mr. Moseby in his lobby Gettin' that bread, give a fuck what you thought Motherfuckers pockets be dry as Mojave He thinkin' he clever, can't bring a pack in Ice on my bezel, staying up past ten Geekin' like Nevеl, that shit was past tense Want some discussion, thеn bring out a rack then Drums are percussion, pull up, we go back in I'm in Miami, tryna get my backend Romanian bitch and I'm blowin' her back in Hittin' a wood in the stu', I'm relaxin' 3539915 Say it with your chest, look me in my eyes She said I'm the best, I leave in disguise No time for the rest, I'm still gettin' high We movin' out west and still gettin' by You don't get a text, I'm just sayin' bye Kevin Harlan, right between the ice Said I'd make it, I don't even lie Feel like [?], he be servin' pies Celina Powell, she got another guy Hoes be gettin', tryna say they shy Well goddamn, we know that is a lie On the first of the month she gon' get him evicted Said she on a vacation, we know that she switchin' She got number one targets, ain't talkin' Joe Mixon I've been pourin' up drank and I'm sippin' elixir He finna pull up to LA with a hundred dollars to his name? Huh I could never be a carbon copy, all these motherfuckers act the same Had to go kill these hoes up at the spot I feel like Mr. Moseby in his lobby Gettin' that bread, give a fuck what you thought Motherfuckers pockets be dry as Mojave He thinkin' he clever, can't bring a pack in Ice on my bezel, staying up past ten Geekin' like Nevel, that shit was past tense Want some discussion, then bring out a rack then Drums are percussion, pull up, we go back in I'm in Miami, tryna get my backend Romanian bitch and I'm blowin' her back in Hittin' a wood in the stu', I'm relaxin'
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