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Ayy
Ayy, TDC
I turned in them bitches
Pay they wouldn't be on my team
Give me dirty sprite
Then put some Fendy in my lean
Blonde bitches only bein' fucked
They can't even comprehend my dreams
Well, fuck that talk and let me put that dick up in your spleen
And let you fiend, yeah
I know all you want from me is gold and diamond rings, yeah
I feel like these niggas switchin' on me like the seasons
And I've been trying to kill some shit
So just give me a reason
To let it go
I pulled up
My big bro' got a truck and totem pole
I can't fuck that bitch if she don't pull up to my show
I know all them niggas out here hatin' on the low (On the low)
And ever since I seen that money show, I need it more
I hit my goals, yeah
Shout out to my niggas
Shout out to the fuckin' bros, yeah
I'm just on my life, I told them I'm a fuckin' glow, yeah
Can't wait to see this stupid look when I say that I told you, ayy
Yeah
Yeah, I told you
Look at me like freezer, when they say a nigga golden, yeah
Same nigga, yeah I told you
Look at me like freezer, when they say a nigga golden, uh
I can't fuck that bitch if she don't pull up to my show
Diamonds on my necklace
On my wrist, them bitches froze
They don't know them music
Damn them niggas gotta go
Yeah bitches, TDC
I tear that shit up on my soul
You've got mail
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