| I think that I’m gonna take a walk to the bank today
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| I’m gonna walk inside the bank today
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| I ordered a hundred, the truck on the way
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| I got a plug with the bank, okay
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| I’m in New York with a shank, okay
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| I put my wrist in the sink, okay
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| I turned the drink to drank, okay
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| I turned the drink to drank
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| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah
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| Ew, ew, ew
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| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah
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| E-e-ew, ew, ew
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| Ew, ew, ew
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| She eat up that dick way she eat up that yogurt
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| She fuck with me, heard I give away them Birkins
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| Don’t give a bit' nothing, that is not my nurture
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| Be lucky enough if you a flying virgil, yeah
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| I do not fuck with not none of these people
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| These niggas cheesy, cheesy just like Doritos
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| My bitches easy-breezey just like Moschino
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| These niggas sucking up the drip like mosquito
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| I pop at your top, at your hat, at your beanie
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| I’m making you duck, well, this is Desert Eagle
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| I fuck on her back when she droppin' the eagle
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| She a hardbody, beetle (What?)
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| And I spike that punch, beetle (What?)
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| Lean I got that juice, beetle (What?)
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| You can’t join 'em, then you beat 'em (What?)
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| Trap house having more hits than The Beatles (Dig)
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| Jumpsuit I got on Needles
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| Bih' that ain’t matching my drip, leave her
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| Damn, where the fuck the style when you need her?
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| Puttin' two points to his chest, call it cleavage
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| Bih' know I ball like that boy from Cleveland
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| Say you got dirty but I know my dirty cleaner
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| Told her if, «If you ever get pregnant better claim it»
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| I am not Family Guy, bitch, I’m Cleveland
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| I think that I’m gonna take a walk to the bank today
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| I’m gonna walk inside the bank today
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| I ordered a hundred, the truck on the way
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| I got a plug with the bank, okay
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| I’m in New York with a shank, okay
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| I put my wrist in the sink, okay
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| I turned the drink to drank, okay
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| I turned the drink to drank
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| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah
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| Ew, ew, ew
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| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah
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| E-e-ew, ew, ew
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| Ew, ew, ew
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| I snow I’m getting Even Steven
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| Fuck the cops, my boy in prison
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| I cannot fuck with no bitch with no vision
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| And you know that my toaster bring these Vs in
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| And you know bad bitch, uh, need Visa
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| Every time, uh, she Simpson, Lisa
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| Cup full of, uh, can’t have none either
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| Way she suck dick you would think that she a teether
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| These lil' niggas so pathetic, this that other vetty yetty
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| Hoes always talkin' 'bout, «Are you ready?»
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| Bitch, I been ready since yesterdetty
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| And the Macbook match the MAC-11
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| How can a midget hit 197?
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| I wear glasses so I can’t respect it
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| Can’t fuck with you if you don’t got vision
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| I think that I’m gonna take a walk to the bank today
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| I’m gonna walk inside the bank today
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| I ordered a hundred, the truck on the way
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| I got a plug with the bank, okay
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| I’m in New York with a shank, okay
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| I put my wrist in the sink, okay
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| I turned the drink to drank, okay
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| I turned the drink to drank
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| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah
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| Ew, ew, ew
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| Ew, ew, e-e-ew, yeah
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| E-e-ew, ew, ew
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| Ew, ew, ew |