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Got the white on my chest, it's a powder, the smoke | Take a flight out the way, they can't see what I'm on | If you're next to me, then you down wit…
(Ready?) (Oh no, oh) Got the white on my chest, it's a powder, the smoke Take a flight out the way, they can't see what I'm on If you're next to me, then you down with the mob And I'm by your side if you're right or you're wrong If life what you thinking, my nigga, come on Go make some shade then, my doggy, you won't This is my trap, you can get what you want My closet look just like the back of the store If you turn your back, then I'm letting you go You turned to a rat, I'ma send you back home You reach for this chain, I'ma send you to God Black out my windows, can't see out my car I move like a demon, she pray for Allah She ain't еver disloyal, she keeping her spot Ain't no rеhab for this, I'm addicted to guap Murakami, LV, it's filled up with them knots Stay on top of the fashion when it drop I wipe my diamonds like they at the mosque Hop out the Track', yes, I'm back in the penthouse Hop on the stage, all my fans, yeah, they mosh I got tight wrists, but shoot Craps on the block I go as far as Kansas just to get me some cash I was backseat with the five, 'bout to crash It's five M's on a brand new Patek I been outside with some shades, no mask I blow her mind, got my mind on the bag Mind on the bag Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah, you know (yeah, you know) I got chains for you, I got cash for you, yeah, for sure (yeah, for sure) Baby, baby, baby, baby, where you goin'? (where you goin'?) I got drink for me, but I ain't got no chasers, no, no (no, no) In the V12 racing, in the V12 racing, hold on And my life's not racing, and my life's not racing, hold on She gon' ride it right, she gon' ride it light, oh-woah Pop a pink one, right, you've been up all night, oh-oh Oh, oh, hold on I got tight wrists, but shoot Craps on the block I go as far as Kansas just to get me some cash Oh, oh, hold on I got tight wrists, but shoot Craps on the block I go as far as Kansas just to get me some cash Hold on, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up Got the white on my chest, it's a powder, the smoke Take a flight out the way, they can't see what I'm on If you're next to me, then you down with the mob And I'm by your side if you're right or you're wrong If life what you thinking, my nigga, come on Go make some shade then, my doggy, you won't This is my trap, you can get what you want My closet look just like the back of the store If you turn your back, then I'm letting you go You turned to a rat, I'ma send you back home You reach for this chain, I'ma send you to God Black out my windows, can't see out my car I move like a demon, she praying for Allah She ain't ever disloyal, she keeping her spot
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