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Ass so fat, need a lap dance I’m in that white ghost chasin’ Pac-Man Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc Hundred large bring a mop Cars tinted like Barack Got a Brinks truck in my pocket Thirty chains on my collar Two drops, no mileage Top off like Wallace And I’m hella smoke, bitch know that Filthy rich before rap Your new deal, I throw that Three beans I’m on that (huah!) We pop a molly (huah!) she bus' it open (huah!) She seen the 'gatti (huah!) that pussy soaking Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) I love my big booty bitches My life a Godfather picture Local club in my city I fell in love with a stripper Bitches know I’m that nigga Talkin four door Bugatti I’m the life of the party Let's get these hoes on the Molly You know I came to stunt So drop that pussy bitch I got what you want Drop that pussy bitch Film it, film it This bitch want me to film it Ballin’, ballin’, like I play for New England Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute That's fifty, one hundred, I see no fucking limits Shout out to Uncle Luke Shout out my bitches too We the 2 Live Crew 2 for me, 2 for you (woo!) Feed them bitches carrots Fuck ‘em like a rabbit Sorry that's a habit Smoke a spliff and then I vanish Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel It's good to make it better when your people make it wit' cha' Money coming, money going, ain't like you could take it wit' cha' It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then we the shit right now Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin' crib And I'm pickin' up the keys to that bitch right now OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's mayor shit Gettin' cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player shit We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike I shine different, I rhyme different Only thing you got is some years on me Man fuck you and your time difference I'm Young Papi, champagne They know the face and they know the name Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains And you'd owe me change, ah! Greystone, twenty bottles that's all me On the couch, wildin' out yelling free my niggas 'til they all free One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B so Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) Bitch! Stop talkin' that shit And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone That’s gangsta, Al Capone I make that pussy spit like Bone I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone I’m fuckin' with French, excuse my French I lose my mind before I lose my bitch Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing Bitch I ball like two eyelids YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin' I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands I’m a beast, I’m off the leash I am rich like a bitch On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit I go by the name Lil Tunechi Your girl is a groupie And nigga, you's a square And I will twist you like a Rubix Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard Watch me do a trick ho I’m 5'5 but I could six nine Then beat that pussy like Klitschko It’s French Montana, fuck Joe It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes It’s truck the world It’s truck yo girl It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch! 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