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Up in this bitch and we all faded | Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don't save her | Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing
Up in this bitch and we all faded Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don't save her Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing It's money over hoes, no I'm no stranger Want more bounce, we got more ounces Want more bounce, we got more ounces Want more bounce, we got more ounces Want more bounce, we got more ounces Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs We got Only on Gin and them drugs, I walked in, in the club About three of them, dawg I'm not kiddin' When I tell you if you came with your bitch Then it's the end of my car, push-start the engine Let's start from the beginning With a young nigga from the 'Burgh Smokin' weed, gettin' money, fuck what you heard Know they hate 'cause I'm flyer than I ever been High off a medicine Bitch bad, her ass fat, I'll probably let her in Ball so fuckin' hard I need a letterman Know a couple niggas that I'm better than Pussy, I don't sweat it or the money 'cause I get it Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it Fuck this nigga bitch, grab my shit, then I jetted Up in this bitch and we all faded Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don't save her Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing It's money over hoes, no I'm no stranger Want more bounce, we got more ounces Want more bounce, we got more ounces Want more bounce, we got more ounces Want more bounce, we got more ounces Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs We got! Baby it's fuck day, who wanna bang? Even though I had some, right 'fore I came It's lit though! Girl you ain't fuckin' what you here for? Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready Wiz brought another jar with him Gin and drugs got me feelin' like a car hit him 'Round 6 a.m once I hit my DM Didn't have a rubber so she got to feel this skin Money stacks stack high, bruh this don't bend What's up with your friend? Biatch! Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him Married to the money, let the rice hit him Up in this bitch and we all faded Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we don't save her Nothin' to a boss, do my own thing It's money over hoes, no I'm no stranger Want more bounce, we got more ounces Want more bounce, we got more ounces Want more bounce, we got more ounces Want more bounce, we got more ounces Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs Gin and drugs, gin and drugs Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs We got!
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