I need them big stacks I eat a big mac The smoke is fruity Try to sue me cause I did that I got a zip on, in every zip code And I’ma trip though I’m on my ish, bro Stand up, stand up Yeah I’m bout to get grands up Lock it down, lock it down And I got your mixes on handcuffs But don’t judge me, they like to love me Come from the hood, I need a house about the country Yeah, that’s tasty, and I’m bout to get a cake like pastry I see my vision I’m thinking it’s like HD But no wonder my heart stuck on AC, yeah I said we turned up and is it too loud Mama call you home We fin to move out, fly out, kencoon Abu dabi, same doom Ain’t about the money homie I don’t understand you Late night, grip trashed, but the house crashed Like it’s pretty damaged One me, 2 hers, do the match, Chiddy sandwich Love is all in my brain Paper all in my plastic Love is all in my brain Paper all in my plastic
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