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点击复制It's like an itch you can't scratch
It's like a b***h you can't shake
Sleeping with the finest
The thread count is bindless
Security blanket of c*****e
I am Linus
In this climate
I'm Kareem
Burke tied in
The Roc silent partner
I ain't throwing up the diamond
Throwing on the shearling collars up bottles up
Sparkles to the table got em feeling like he's
Merlin Whirlwind powder makes your world spin
Learn from
OGs Alfa
Romeos and
Sterlings
Updated that upgraded that
Suffocation blue in the insides potato sack
Yeah talk money
I'm made of that
C*****e parties like the 70s
I cater that
You know what fame is
Sitting with the woman of your dreams
And forgetting what her name is
You know what pain is
See my face on the news and it ain't
TiVo I still wanna sell kilos
It's like
I'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the
RICO I still wanna sell kilos
Searching for the fishscale like
I'm tryna find
Nemo I still wanna sell kilos
That's what happens when you
Michael and they try to treat you like
Grew up watching momma car repoed
A little n***a staring through the peep hole
How you think
I felt knowing daddy wasn't there
Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared
Get it how you live always echoed in the streets
When we talking business talking on the phone cease
Feds listening to conversations through my
OnStar Piecing puzzles together solving homicides of
I's Dice game chatter better bring your stash out
Red velour
I'm in the white glass house
Half a ticket b***hes quick to drop it on the scale
City of d**e a real n***a sell yayo
Everyday a n***a dies and we can't ask why
Show em all love the b***hes f**ked on the side
Tony Montana tailor made suits in the church
Rolls Royce
Testarossa top models
G4s Gucci pass the crease off
Everything
I climb in
I win Richard
Mille Tourbillon remarkable timing
Black label everything logos in the lining
Bell Biv De
Voe push poison like a copper head
Powder fall smoke clears through the walking dead
The Rose bottles pour for the champions
You'd think it was a
Grammy win
Celebration spills through the morning like an
Ambien b***hes love my ambience
Chain swinging ticker taping like it's
Mardi Gras
Thousand n***as deep never needed body guards
Thousand keys that
I'm about to do
Pilates on
Where the kings crowned like the grill a
Maserati's on
Candy coated parked doors ajar
On a stripper blew a fuse and caught a body on
C*****e storaging
Liva living dreams y'all