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got a bad bitch goin down the pole, got a bad bitch goin down the pole, got a bad bitch goin down the pole, got a muthafuckin bad bitch goin down the pole,

like damn.. what do you see?

bad bitch and she fuckin with me,

designer belt so you know its fendi, got checks comin in like i run with nike,

so many turn shady when you stackin that cash, runnin the town like my name was the flash, niggas tried catchin up left they ass in the pastniggas tried jumping me so they had to get clapped, and they say that i snap when i get on the beat, thinking bout life as i roll up this sweet. stopped drinkin alc only puffin on trees, feelin like stevie as i whip these keys, throw me the glock best belive i will squeeze, all these fuck niggas just tryna compete but they feelin defeat like a bitch on her knees, lookin for peace while im getting this cheese hiding it from the thieves cause they look like some rats, used to have trust but all that shit all collapsed,made it alone while all of these niggas laughed, grind time stared slow now im having a blast,

 

dont ask for a ride in my range rov, gla gla gla thats the sound when my thang blow, just lost my girl but i found me a new hoe, chains unchained so they call me django, twin glocks got me feelin like rambo, shots of ciroc got me up in the astros, never gon stop cause im stackin these pesos, egyptian flow got me vibin with the pharaohs,