Your titties cost like 20 g's, pull out for me
The way you textin' me
Don't know why you're textin' me
You don't pay for nothin' [?]
Textin' chicks [?]
Pull out p, pull out p
I know your titties cost like 20 g's
So please, pull out p, pull out p
Pull out p, takin' off in my private jet
Pull out p, pull out p
You don't got your own freaks
You don't got your own shit
That don't mean I ain't so fly
That don't mean He ain't on shit
That don't mean He fucks your bitch
That don't mean He love you right
Get that, go get them flights
That don't mean He love you right
That don't mean He ice you out
That don't mean He do that when you, on them nights you out
That don't mean He-
Fly as me, fly as me
He ain't fly as me, fly as me
Pull out p, pull out p
Pull out p, pull out p, he pullin' out them bands for me
Pull out p, pull out p, pullin' up on private p's
Pull up p, p-j
You so mean that's what yo bitch say
You so mean that's what your bitch say
That's why she smile in every bitch face
You so mean that's what your bitch say
That's why she smile in every bitch face
You're so fake, get your cake up
The way, that's the way
That's the way, that's the way
That's the way them bitches hate, oh
That's the way them bitches hate, oh
That's the way them bitches hate, them bitches be so broke
That's the way them bitches hate, them bitches get no cake
I be up
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