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[performed by Jake Lambo, JaqueBeatz, London Jae, Javi & B.o.B]

Uh, take my keys and start it
Start it

Hold up wait a minute, how you feel lil' bitch?
You already know I'm finna kill this shit
No Genre the Label, what the deal lil' bitch?
Playing with my money, I might kill that bitch
I'm a kill that bitch, I'm a euthanize
We all at the funeral with suits and ties
I'm a get my check at the [?]
I mean envelope, and yes she will elope

Let me get it juh [?]
I got the lil' niggas in the back
Put your back on my [?] and my bad bitch [?]
Firex on a tap
Man it probably will emit [?]
I get money ho
Getting honey [?] ho
You know who run it ho
Dick all in your stomach ho
You know you want it ho

Dick all in her stomach like hollatel [?]
After she give me that pussy then I got a deal
You know these hoes is hoes is hoes we got a lot of them
Ho on of this shit you see these fly all on my collar bitch
I'm just chilling with some bitches and they looking like some tits
Yes I'm from Atlanta the West side I represent
If I hop up on that [?] I can make your ass a
Bitch stop pitching me ideas and go pitch yourself a tent
Tinted windows on my whip and see that shit like 5%
Damn, can't see

[London Jae:]
Running through a check, I fucked up my hand and now a nigga can't count em
[?] up on [?] now my rubber band, little nigga on mountain
Why the hell y'all actin hard I swear to God that these niggas ain't bout it
They mad that my team winning and their's isn't so we got em all pouting
I'm a tell you why they actin like that
These days everybody want an Oscar
And they not my sons, and if they are
I swear to God I'm a put them in foster care
You on TV take you off the air
I'm a show my ass like I ought to be here
You know I will like the autonomy clear
Won't explain that line, need not to be clear

I'm feeling right now I could spar with a bat
Bare hands hands out I got nothing to share
Just lit up a blunt, blowing smoke in the air
Foggy windows because my friends are burning forest fires
You no like it? We say Forrest run but I think Forrest tired
Blowing stinky like that motor oil when I burn my tires
Got my foot up on the gas gas gas, plus a lighter

Gas plus a lighter
Gas plus a lighter
I just bought a pack of condoms y'all a pack of vaginas

And she fast with her ass like her past get behind her
I'm a bag her I'm a drag her like a [bing] like the timer

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