But im not fucking around, im giving the beat a pound
Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,
In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear
Bitches giving me dome like a glass sphere.
Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost
It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..
Y’all giving thugs some guidance, it’s a sharp mentality,
You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
People say smile toward the bad, my humor's giving me a tumor.
My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future
Come with me, to madrid thats where real play
Not giving a fuck what the haters say
Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.
Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck
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