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Bitch, I heard you got hoes that more than You got your days. You know I'm cold. Them diamonds sitting on top of me like a Parfait. You know I'm raw. I cannot do no more for you. You did me wrong. Now I'm an enemy to you. But you know my style. Bitch, you know you Not my type, not my type. Know I'm sick of that shit when I tell You, "Live your life." Man, I heard that pussy Fi, tryna tri. Too much dippin' that shit and I know that It's on hype. Ain't no talking when I'm finna See him. Like your fucking daddy, boy, I'm finna beat him. Boy, I'm finna clean him. Boy, I got the steamer. Where that boy at? Ain't nobody seen him. Crying 'cause I'm on the road, on the road. Tell me who else gonna get them bands, I Don't know. Sixteen, I hit a lick, Motherload. And even when I was broke, I ain't love a hoe. Come fuck with a Big dog, you get squidward. In the club, got me mixing Corsa with my Sizzurp. So twisted, fucking 'round, Text her, "I miss dirt." Stay hoe-chasing, wanna be with my zipper. Tell me--tell me when to drop in. I come through and pop shit. I'm geeking with a molly and I think the Drugs got me. You go down that one way And turn around probably. You don't really want it, we got whites on Our Timbs. Bitch, you got hoes that more than You got your days. You know I'm cold. Them diamonds sitting on top of me like a Parfait. You know I'm raw. I cannot do no more for you. You did me wrong. Now I'm an enemy to You. But you know my style. Bitch, you know you not my type, not my Type. Know I'm sick of that shit when I Tell you, "Live your life." Man, I heard that pussy fi, tryna tri. Too much dippin' that shit and I know that It's on hype. Crying 'cause I'm on The road, on the road. Tell me who else gonna get them bands, I Don't know. Sixteen, I hit a lick, Motherload. And even when I was broke, I love a hoe