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Loose Soul going crazy. Yeah. Hey. Bad bitch get me up. She wanna lick me up. She wanna come and fuck. I got some money, what's up? I got some Racks, what's up? Pouring my pain in a cup. Putting my hearts in a blunt. Heard they was acting tough. You know them Macs is tucked. We never backing up. Chilling with the gang. Banging with the gang. They ain't talking shit. They don't want no static. They don't want that flame. I'm just too insane. Richard Mille plain. Just another day. Oh. Ew. Oh. Ew. Oh. I got too many chains on, but I'm not Mr. T. I got too many rings on, But I'm not TB. She wouldn't even fuck with you, she DTF for Me. Know my shooters love to shoot, They spin the block and heat. Bad bitch get me up. She wanna lick me Up. She wanna come and fuck. I got some money, what's up? I got some Racks, what's up? Pouring my pain in a cup. Putting my hearts in a blunt. Heard they was acting tough. You know them Macs is tucked. We never backing up. Yeah. What? Won't back up. I was like worry about this vodka. I have the bands on bands of course. Back-back of the van on Xans of course. That my hand I'm finna scorch it. Hot sauce like Tracy, do not force it. Ugh. What? Put me on Broadway. I have the fashion, yeah, fortune. Block-blocking the mattress, yeah, torch you. What? Uh huh. Singing like Broadway. Most of these hoes are not important. Richard Mille a house, a mortgage. What? Uh huh. Hot sauce big game. Bad bitch eat me up. Bad bitch lick me up. Ugh. Bad bitch get me up. She wanna lick me up. She wanna come and fuck. I got some money, what's up? I got some Racks, what's up? Pouring my pain in a cup. Putting my hearts in a blunt. Heard they was acting tough. You know them Macs is tucked. We never backing up. Yeah, yeah. She wanna come over and stay. She wanna know my name. Bad bitch eat me up, but I can't make Her my main. Wake up, I get to the Check. Like a fisherman, these diamonds wet. Way too high like I'm boarding a jet. Put them racks in they face, they upset. Had to go get my bag. I got Velo and smoke out the bag. I'm a real dripper, your bitch attached. That cheese, I hop out with the mask. I don't have emotion. These niggas loafing. I sound like the hood goat. The one that they chosen. I just need a new bag. Don't need no new friends. I don't have road rage. Smashing that new Benz. Bad bitch get me up. She wanna lick me up. She wanna come and fuck. I got some money, what's up? I got some Racks, what's up? Pouring my pain in a cup. Putting my hearts in a blunt. Heard they was acting tough. You know them Macs is tucked. We never backing up.