Tell 'em don't call my phone (Phone), call my phone, yeah (Hello?)
I don't even need these hoes (Woah), leave me 'lone (Woah)
Since I was in Comme, yeah, yeah, I wear Comme, yeah, huh
Comme des Garçons, hmm, yeah, your bitch in my home, yeah, huh
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (Huh, yeah)
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (Huh, ayy)
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (Hah, what?)
She give me dome, huh, she give me head like a comb (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah, swag, yeah, swag, yeah, swag, yeah (Swag, swag)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Coupe and this bitch out of roof (Roof)
Bitch tryna fuck off the boot (Boot)
She out of Baltimore cute (Cute)
She got that Baltimore tooth (Yeah)
Diamonds, they hit like Ray Lewis (Yeah)
All of my Baltimore screws (Yeah)
Water on me and my shoes (Yeah)
Just like a portable hoop (Yeah)
I flew your ho out, yeah, she was a portable (Yeah)
I flew your ho out 'cause she was affordable (Yeah)
Pussy so wet like Adult Swim, she gave me more of it
I told her oral
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
Don't like me, don't give a fuck (Yeah)
Your bitch out here still gettin' fucked (Too bad)
It's the aura, his money shorter
Active, boy, is the question rhetorical?
Pull up in Hellcat, Ace Ventura (Yeah, yeah)
If it's beef, turn a nigga to a porter
Saw LB, it's nothin' but the water
She what I need, she love my daughter
And she twenty-three, so she under a quarter
I make hits, them songs for hits
I don't give a fuck 'bout a hit, suck my dick
I got hoes in the back of the whip
I got hoes in the front of the whip
I got hoes on some Blood shit
I got hoes that hold my grip
I got hoes, they don' talk 'bout shit
I got hoes that be on counterfeit
I got hoes on scammin' shit
Some of my hoes pop Xans and shit (Yeah)
Shit, that pussy got drip on lip (On lip)
After I fuck, then a nigga gotta dip (Gotta dip)
Tryna get me touched, then a nigga gettin' dipped (Get dipped)
Give 'em less money 'cause the bag gon' flip (Gon' flip)
I got hoes on scammin' shit (Shit)
Some of my hoes pop Xans and shit (Shit)
Shit, that pussy got drip on lip (Let's go)
After I fuck, then a nigga gotta dip
Tryna get me touched, then a nigga gettin' dipped
Give 'em less money 'cause the bag gon' flip (Gon' flip)
I'll get a girl real Rick (Yeah)
Rick Owen jeans and shit, yeah
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Woah)
(Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah)
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura
This is an aura, this is an aura, yeah
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, them bitches real real Rick, yeah (Yeah)
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