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Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout skinny models
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout lucid trips
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
I got a lot of hoes, all up on my dick
I got a lot of o's, all up on my check
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
And yeah that loud ass tree
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me?

Yeah I get a lot of checks and yeah I have a lot of sex
And labels know I got up next
Yeah she knows she got the best
I got her when she got undressed
I nutted all across her chest
I don't even gotta flex, I never do respond to texts
And now she went and got obsessed
Y'all are just the hottest mess
And simply you are not complex
I'm sorry I am not impressed
Back on my bullshit again
I am having way too much fun
I'm in a section with 7 Kate Mosses around me
I swear I can't only touch one
Whiskey no rum
I gave her something to rub on her gum and her face went numb
Still going dumb cause I know where I'm from
Bruh, bruh I speak that Bay Area tongue

Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout skinny models
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout lucid trips
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
I got a lot of hoes, all up on my dick
I got a lot of o's, all up on my check
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
And yeah that loud ass tree
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me?

Alcohol and weed, really anything you need
Best believe we got a lotta that
Studio we're hella purped
I just put in hella work now look at where it got us at
Heard you got some new shit coming
Friends are all like "shoot me something
Homie when you dropping that?"
Maybe I could be the biggest
Rapper working in the business, wait, I never thought of that
Just take a look at the scores, I put numbers up on the boards
I'm in a section with models
And you're at the bar tryna get at a cluster of fours
When that bottle pours I just keep drinking it straight
And get faded and pass out on floors
Homies like "Bro, that's my girl, what the fuck are you doing?"
Oops, ain't know that was yours!

Ah, I just shitted on you
Probably licking your honey like Winnie the Pooh
Knock you on the ground then I'm lifting my boot
He get beat like Timbalands head of my group
These ain't Louboutins, but there's red on my shoe
Cause I let that Ruger fly like a pelican do
This rapper shit light, I'm telling you, dude
When I flow niggas drown on jell-o canoes
Better love your algebra and your decimals too
Cause you square motherfuckers can't mess with my crew
Your bitch on my dick and her lesbian boo
They kiss on the dick, I caress on the boobs
Now I'm just deciding on what R.Kelly'll do
Just pissed on that bitch, filled her belly with juice
Then I made lemonade from my testicle, boo
That's what a nigga get when you testing my crew (boo)

Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout skinny models
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout lucid trips
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that

(The British are coming)
Man, I gotta lotta bitches
All up on my dick and down it
"Can I suck you off" is all I'm really used to hearing
Call me Mr. Greedy cause I'm not the [?] chairman
I'm always seeing doubles so my bitches come with medicine
They tryna fuck with me
On my white girl sniffing Britney
They never used to notice now they digging me
Reverse Gerald's name cause I get 'em Eazy-G
Fat boy talking out of turn
My brothers leave you sleeping in an urn
Yeah, I've had a lotta sex
And yeah, I've cut a lot of checks
I'm counting so much paper until my fuckin' fingers hurt
Swear it's deaded off to be so hurry bring a hearse
Holler at my at my manager it's taken for reverse
That's why I'm filling these empty duffle bags with features
Don't come around my presence with your mother's empty purse

Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout skinny models
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Talking 'bout lucid trips
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that
Gotta lotta lotta lotta that

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They told me West got robbed (Damn) Where the fuck them niggas be at They took the chain up off his neck I heard the mac started running laps Oh, what the fuck are they goin' to do that My nigga got stuffed he didn't want to view that I herd they had guns i didn't want to use that I ain't want to see Tom in the fucking boo cap What about Lil Mitt were the fuck he was at That nigga too little, they ain't want to do that They got more hearts then most of them cats If he had that thing, that thing go blat Lil young trap lord with a little backpack Feel at his pulse with a bunch of big gats They ain't want to do that Semi auto tech Guns go flirt Semi auto tech Guns go flirt Semi auto tech Guns go flirt Semi auto tech Guns go flirt And another one squirt Linches on my mind And now they got my brother Thinking about picking up my nine And making them fuckers lick the blood up No need for wasting time Them niggas gon' get it one way or another You want to live the street life Go ahead go ahead Yo wicked blown living that street life You can't live long living this street life Got to watch your moms in this street life They'll come to your home in that street life 4 flip from the chrome in that street life Your chromosomes all on that street life Some body gon' die Body on ice Right

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Yeah You already know what it is Yeah Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all Yo, man You know what up? (Let's get it) The fact is (yeah) We don't make babies, but we practice (right) I count on you like death and taxes It's graphic, it's hot like a matchstick And the fact is (the fact is) We don't make babies but we practice (Let's work, uh-huh, yeah, let's work, uh-huh, yeah) (Let's work, uh-huh, yeah, let's work, come on) Send you my location, come on over (come on) I know you went busy We make time for each other Temporary temptations got me so hung up on you Losing my composure Started it long ago Put it in 10K hours or so Taking you down like whoa Ride it, ride it, full throttle Doing it just perfect Giving you what it would make sense Look at us twist and bend Ride it, ride it once again, baby The fact is We don't make babies, but we practice (yeah) I count on you like death and taxes It's graphic, it's hot like a matchstick And the fact is We don't make babies, but we practice (yeah) Yo Anitta! You know I gotta sprinkle a lil' jiggy on it Let's take 'em to Harlem Now Anitta got me dancing All the mommies call me handsome Brazil, with the mansion White beattle when I'm landing Straight from the five others Now she twerking on the Phantom We ain't mean to 'cause a tantrum In the bulletproof Benz when we hide from the cameras But we only doin' practice 'Cause my mamma too young, she ain't ready for a grandson The fact is (facts) We don't make babies, but we practice (look we're practicing) I count on you like death and taxes It's graphic, it's hot like a matchstick And the fact is, we don't make babies, but we Fell like gelato, I melt into you Getting too hot in this room, I'm in anticipating you Craving some more of the skin to skin Body gonna let you in Smooth, together We never say it but, ooh I see forever with you All 'cause you Started it long ago Put in 10K hours or so Taking you down like whoa Ride it, ride it, full throttle Doing it just perfect Giving you up, it would make sense Look at us twist and bend Ride it, ride it, once again, baby The fact is We don't make babies, but we practice (practice) I count on you like death and taxes It's graphic, it's hot like a matchstick And the fact is (the fact is) We don't make babies but we practice (Hmmm) (Hmmm)

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Arf, arf, arf Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (Frankie Mothafuckin' P) I said get at me I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas Felt bad I never finished college Now we fuckin' cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamas Livin' the dream, open up your eyelids Me and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitches How my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business? All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat litters All the yellow with the black like the Wu back (Su) Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' head If I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fuckin' bitches Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas Gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me? Had the whole Harlem World wearin' Under Armours Under the armors, I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right Meet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe right More money, more problem, more chopper, more drama And I got these hoes, feelin' like Mo Bamba Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up Nigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fucked And we don't give two fucks Where I'm from, you lunch, you food Niggas called your bluff Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff I like my songs screwed up I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed I'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck Big horns, tuba, more good than Cuba They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) I said get at me I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis

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