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Got it on smash | Foreign Spanish jawn, really like the lemonade | I put Cartiers all over my bitch's face
Got it on smash Foreign Spanish jawn, really like the lemonade I put Cartiers all over my bitch's face She just got a pair, all because a nigga paid Put her in the past, 'cause you know Yeah, you know, I smashed Yeah, I smashed, yeah Shawty let me smash So I put her in the past, yeah I put her in the past Yeah, I smashed, yeah Yeah, you know, I smashed (yeah) So I put her in the past, yeah Yeah I put her in the smash She rock Carti' frames, sweet like candy canes If I'm Superman, she my Lois Lane Gucci everything, Louis everything Had to cut her off, she sniff too much 'caine Don't look so surprised, all she want to do is lie Then she turned around and cried, demons all in her eyes She don't feel no pain, she might be insane Colder than some rain, pussy lemonade Foreign Spanish jawn, really like the lemonade I put Cartiers all over my bitch's face She just got a pair, all because a nigga paid Put her in the past, 'cause you know Yeah, you know, I smashed Yeah, I smashed, yeah Shawty let me smash so I put her in the past, yeah I put her in the past Yeah, I smashed, yeah Yeah, you know, I smashed so I put her in the past, yeah Yeah I put her in the smash
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