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TE, baby, come on, Trackmasters
Look we can shop together, mama, his and hers
Fifth Ave. ♥♥♥♥, baby, Fendi furs
I ain't tight with the chips, girl, I'm down to splurge
If it's ice you like I'll light up your life
VS2 clarity, aight?
I play the block, I ain't the type to punch a clock
I'm the type to put the pedal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane, I mix dro with hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
It's like she loves me, she loves me not
Cause her friends pump her head full of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ a lot
I gave her jewels that I caught of a jux
Chanel bags I bought from boosters
To the hood I introduced her
She feisty, every now and then she wanna fight me
People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon' write me
The sick part is all that ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ excites me