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Lion. Rock your hips. Come on. Like what? Damn it, Dupree. Rock your hips. I'm havin' cash, I can take your bitch. Like bob. Beat it up, mm-hmm, like this. Like what? Put it on, fresh fit, fly shit. Huh? She in love. Like what? And she stuck. She addicted. Like drugs. Like drugs. Why would I worry about The two? Bitch, I'm the one. Huh? She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done. I been workin' hard, OT. When you got goals to get rich, you don't Get no sleep. These niggas actin' like Rogers, don't Touch no cheese. Bro. That bitch in love with Suckin' dick, that ho got strong knees. So turned up. Yeah. The bag just touched down, I'm countin' cash, Bitch, I'm up. What? I'm nothin' like your nigga, In real life, I'm havin' bucks. Your bitch, she not a flex, we done fucked The same slut. They tryna see if I'm really Tough or I got here off luck. Mm-hmm, we gon' see. Mm-mm, that bitch weak. I thought this was your freak, why she in My homie sheets? I'm lookin' good and I'm fly, Expensive sneaks for the feet. Wait, goddamn it, Dupree, why you fuckin' with the Beat? Rock your hips. I'm havin' cash, I can take Your bitch. Like bob. Beat it up, mm-hmm, like this. Like what? Put it on, fresh fit, fly shit. Huh? She in love. Like what? And she stuck. Stuck. She addicted. Like drugs. Like drugs. Why would I worry about the two? Bitch, I'm the one. Number She know what's up, Won't stop 'til I'm done. Now rock your hips, shake that ass like an Earthquake. Ass-shakin' competition, who gon' come In first place? She know I'm cuttin' up, nigga, I need first aid. I ain't even get a Shit on her birthday. I like rich ass bitches, you got poor taste. That nigga scared, he be nervous on his court Date. Niggas scared to squabble up in that quartet. They gon' make him roll it up on his First date. Scared ass, bitch ass nigga got four Fades. I keep three bad bitches havin' four ways. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, I got four chains. Thousand eight grams in a brick of that cocaine. Put a opp in the air, so plain. Then I fuck his baby mama, cold game. She be plottin' on me 'cause you so lame. Make a bitch get in line like Soul Train. Rock your hips. I'm havin' cash, I can take Your bitch. Like bob. Beat it up, mm-hmm, like this. Like what? Put it on, fresh fit, fly shit. Huh? She in love. Like what? And she stuck. She addicted. Like drugs. Like drugs. Why would I worry about the two? Bitch, I'm the one. Number one. She know what's up, won't stop 'til I'm done. I'm done. Shake that shit. That shit. Said she never been fucked like this. Fucked like this. Give a fuck if we just Met, you my bitch. You my bitch. This nigga lyin' on his hood, he a bitch. He a bitch. All the Wocky on the gone, I'm pourin' Trish. I be hittin' from the back, I like grippin' on her hips. Only fuck with South Central niggas that get tips. Yeah, I'm the type of nigga leave if that Pussy got a stitch. Goddamn. When they book me, know that fifty ball a Minimum. Yeah, minimum. When she text me, all her Ink be invisible. Told her we can shoot a movie, make a Cinema. Make a cinema. Big nigga, but I fuck Her like an animal. Like bob. Rock your hips. I ain't never had no top Like this. Like bob. Don't consider him a opp, he a bitch. I still'll fuck a normal bitch, I'm in the Mix. Bob. Rock your hips. Rock your hips. Rock your hips. Rock your hips.