Cm Wheezy outta here Cm Hot, hot, hot, hot Cm Hot, hot, hot, hot Cm Hot, hot, hot, hot Cm Hot, hot, hot, hot Cm Everything litty, I love when it's hot Cm Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Cm Got some more millis, I keep me a knot Cm I created history and made me a lot Cm He tried to diss me and ended on Fox Cm We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Cm Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop Cm I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cm Cartier eye Cm I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie Cm I can't be sober, I gotta stay high Cm Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Cm Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Cm Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire Cm Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide Cm The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise Cm Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Cm Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides Cm Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size Cm We really fly, we like pelican glide Cm Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise Cm Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky Cm She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life Cm I told her to gargle and work on her highs Cm Everything litty, I love when it's hot Cm Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Cm Got some more millis, I keep me a knot Cm I created history and made me a lot Cm He tried to diss me and ended on Fox Cm We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop Cm Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop Cm I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cm Cash, money, checks, cash Cm Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals Cm I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself Cm I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite Cm I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt) Cm I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt) Cm Haven't had a sip, that that weed Cm You can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah) Cm I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', Cm I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Cm I'm in the coupe by myself Cm I had to kick a door when I was 5 Cm Keep the old ones on the shelf Cm Whole sixteen round in the fire Cm I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act Cm Like they firin', they tellin' these lies Cm Actin' like they the ones created this Cm And they get all the drip from my guys Cm Yeah, Cartier eyes Cm Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cm Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cm Cartier spread, buffalo on the side Cm Princess cut diCmonds, they Cartier, yeah Cm Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Cm Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cm Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag Cm No way I'ma ever gon' go out bad Cm I can't go out, no way I'ma go out Cm I just grip on her ass and I show out Cm I sit like a chCmp and I wait on a hold-out Cm I just whip up a new Chanel Patek Cm I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out Cm Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Cm Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out Cm Hot, hot, hot, hot Cm Hot, hot, hot, hot Cm Hot, hot, hot, dCmn Cm Hot, hot, hot, hot
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