Trust no one

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I pull up inna fuckin rrari
U smell kinda foul, and pulled up in a fuckin caddy
It looks a little like the great depression
I said it’s prolly a little crusty
Girl i said don’t fuck wit me
You asked me to make you call me daddy
Im not the one, no, no im not the one
you a hoe and i should go
I pulled up out that fuckin party
I’d rather go and play natarrie
Ay, you was right
I dont need dat hoe
I got you in sight
Rich as fuck, gotta rrari, maserati, bugatti
When i woke up in the bugatti
All these bitches on me, get tf off me
I ain’t like that no more, im three days sober
Shawty said she got sum itty bitty titties tu biddy, not in it for the body,
Im sorry i like it old school, Watchin movies on rokuu
Oh you say thats not cool. Whatta fool,
Now im gettin shitty, it’s not litty, no it’s not litty
Better watch out, lyrics bout to hit you

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Leeroy16
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