Lots of drugs and boos in his cup
Without your love it's cold as fuck
Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star
The engine in back of my car
While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!
I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
Nowadays lots of rapper do they best to try to copy me
That has lots of experience about cocks
He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs
They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather
Make jollof with lots of pepper, so i stay hot forever
Haha lots of hate, chloe
Hail mary nigga, run quick see
I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre
I show her the badge on the keys of my car
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