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Bodak Gold
- You a pussy you get popped, no janitor I keep the mop
- That bitch on me when I shop, so come my way like Fetty Wap
- I slide for real I'm on your heels when I pull up no ankle socks
- It's going down relax a bitch like Yung Joc straight at his top
- Grew up in the 'jects, we use to hoop on them crates
- Gang banging and holdin' up rakes
- Start movin' that weight, was gettin' it from outer state
- I chose the hustle to escape
- While getting this cake, I had to kill a few snakes
- I took my crookeds with my straights, hero with no cape
- While making sure my people straight, I came out on top like a tank
- Now bitch i'm the best, it is not up for debate
- Always drop and crack like a vase, more views that a wake
- I got what they want like a safe, my ex on my dick Triple H
- No I'm not her man, but sometimes my belt got a H
- My swagger from outer space
- My new bitch is perfect, just right for me like I'm Drake
- I eat that pussy like steak
- She bad to the bone, she send naked pics to my phone
- She keep my dick hard as a stone
- Gettin' head on my throne, she lick a bitch no Patrón
- Then slide on that D like a zone
- I'm fly like a drone, I got to the top on my own
- I didn't sell my soul to get known
- Don't come at me wrong, you can get smoked like a bong
- Then get yo ass put in my song
- Two guns on my waist, big clips like Deandre and Blake
- I slid through his home like his base
- He ran like a race
- Then bullets came out his face, I got out I might shoot like i'm ace
- Check out my drip, whole bunch of Gs on my kicks
- I look like I hit a lick
- I put my bitches on, now my team inside like a pig
- We on fire, we lit, call us Bic
- I killed your homie, [I'm with you blue] like the Knicks
- I told you i'm with the shits, thirty in my clip
- I upped it and blew like a crip
- But I'm Donatello with that stick
- These bitches slaves, these bitches sellin' they souls
- These labels pimpin' they hoes
- Dying they hair, these bitches looking like trolls
- Right now they gettin' exposed
- You're not a boss, you bitches do as you're told
- For the right price you will fold
- I know that I'm cold, I'm bodying them like a robe
- I just go in I'm like doors
- I stay in my mode, b*tch I stay grippin' that pole
- I don't let go like [evolved]
- While on the road, we caught a case with a pole
- It got dropped because none of us told
- Big faces, I be thumbin' through
- My squad get money too
- A bunch of Gs, on my fuckin' belt, and my luggage too
- Take your b*tch, fuck her from the back
- Her dreams coming true
- I fucked her good and she told all her friends
- They wanna fuck me too
- I put my faith, In god and my gun
- I don't trust none of you
- Had heat on me while I sat in class but it wasn't summer school
- I shot n*ggas in these fucking streets then ball like Uncle Drew
- I pop these pussies pill out on these b*tches he Cliff Huxtable
- Said I don't need a deal I make money moves
- Said I don't gotta sign bitch I'm comfortable
- If I see you and I don't speak well that means I don't fuck with you
- It's RGS and I'm the CEO this what that money do
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