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I will never ever switch | I stopped and watch 'em take a pic | I put some icing on my wrist
I will never ever switch I stopped and watch 'em take a pic I put some icing on my wrist My Forgiato blowing kisses, lips I hit the club and threw a ten She know I know I'm goin' in Got Tom Ford on my lens A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch Got 60 shows, a nigga goin' in They sent me to front with a back end World tour, I'm picking up a 10 We run up that sack when they pack in You wanna send it, better mail it straight I could show you, let me demonstrate Saran wrap it like a dinner plate You got the truck and I'ma check the date Get there early, not a minute late Bust it open, smoke it, meditate That lean is something I can never waste That Iley Miley got a bitter taste We been pouring syrup in a Minute Maid We far from white but we got plenty K's We blow this shit up, we the renegade I bought a house and then went renovate it My side bitch wanna have a baby I fuck her good and give her penetration We fucking smoking, we need ventilation I'm rocking ice, a nigga really skating I'm rapping focused, nigga dedicated I brought the show, look like a masquerade Shut this shit down like the Central Station I will never ever switch I stopped and watch 'em take a pic I put some icing on my wrist My Forgiato blowing kisses, lips I hit the club and threw a ten She know I know I'm goin' in Got Tom Ford on my lens A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch I know, I know, I'm goin' in I know, I know, I know, I know I'm goin' I know, I know, I know I keep 'em flowing I open words and now I speak influence I'm a boss, I got a strong influence I went got my chance, I'm a opportunist I tuck the Glock, nigga not the Ruger Got 30 shots and nigga, I'm the shooter I put my jewelry in a fucking cooler I whipped the Benz and then I whipped the Beamer I told her pick my clothes up at the cleaners She walk and toot it like a ballerina She bad as fuck, a nigga barely see her She shop at Houston in the Galleria I send her once inside the Beverly Hills She try take my wallet and spend a mil', spend a mil' I keep it silent, I never tell I came out that dope hole to give 'em hell Tell me what you want, I got it for sale When I was 11, I seen a bale Go 'head, run that pack all the way I copped me some work when I got a scale And I found a plug in LA I told him we sendin' it in the mail I will never ever switch I stopped and watch 'em take a pic I put some icing on my wrist My Forgiato blowing kisses, lips I hit the club and threw a ten She know I know I'm goin' in Got Tom Ford on my lens A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch
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