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woke up this morning can’t remember nothing
two bitches just flew in from london two bitches
last thing i remember they callin’ me daddy
the mattress was covered in money in hunnids
went to sleep with my jewelry and chains on
had to wake up and recount the money recount it
i got a bitch she gon’ kill for real talk about clyde and bonnie brr
post
coupe with the kit cop it got to
pull up with a stick stop it stop it
rich nigga shit solid rich nigga
old hunnids pockets rotted cottage
i go to space with the stars stars
might smoke a blunt with my pilot cookie
saturn moon earth and mars mars
nasa takeoff with the rocket nasa
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half a million on a necklace a half
young rich niggas we successful successful
said she wanna feel special she what
that coco make her feel special coco
i count a hunnid or better one hunnid
back end two hunnid or better two hunnid
i might go put all my chains on ice
i just might change up the weather change it
she pop a perc her pussy wetter drip
i met the bitch at coachella coachella
if she knew tell her she’d probably do better
but can i get a e for effort e
i prayed to god to wash my sins god
nothing formed against me not a weapon no weapon
ask him where do i begin where
devil tryna take my blessings my blessings
they don’t know the meaning of the white naw
you don’t really live this life no
niggas in the hood shootin’ twice pew pew
see my niggas in the hood shoot precise brr
real wise we ain’t taking no advice naw
i realize that these hoes ain’t right all of ’em
don’t even ask ’cause they know what’s the price price
ain’t gotta snow they already know it’s white white
i talk to god cause i been baptized baptized
i got mob ties to the nawf side nawf side
pull up with the sticks on the niggas straight slime skrtskrt
they gon’ make the nawf side high crime nawf
better not hit a lick with these niggas droppin’ ten huh
hit a lick with these niggas droppin’ dimes
fuckin’ on her friend i’ma break her back in smash
lookin’ at the watch i can’t waste time tttakeoff
woke up this morning can’t remember nothing
two bitches just flew in from london two bitches
last thing i remember they callin’ me daddy
the mattress was covered in money in hunnids
went to sleep with my jewelry and chains on
had to wake up and recount the money recount it
i got a bitch she gon’ kill for real talk about clyde and bonnie brr
post
coupe with the kit cop it got to
pull up with a stick stop it stop it
rich nigga shit solid rich nigga
old hunnids pockets rotted cottage
i go to space with the stars stars
might smoke a blunt with my pilot cookie
saturn moon earth and mars mars
nasa takeoff with the rocket nasa
Artist: Takeoff
Year: 2018
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 318