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Hey Miss Parker
Wait wait wait wait
Somethin' like Uh-oh
I just cut some fresh lemons
where's the sugar
Lemon in my 'ade
lemon in my ears
call 'em boogers
Rather six feet 'fore
I'm ever seen
with you niggas Hold up
Yeah
What it is It's that nigga T
skin look colored in Woo
Ridin' in double-double R
that's that Cullinan Yeah
Pullin' in that four hundred gram
I just bought a disc Yeah
Switzerland Lake Geneva
where I spend my summer in
True story
Golf le Fleur that's Gianno shoe
what I'm runnin' in
Earlobe look like headlights
on a new van Gangsta Grillz
I'm so motherfuckin' dead-ass
I need some Timberlands Woo
I battle any man Uzi Vert
don't think they understand
Yeah yeah
Uh Skrrt cool
double C on my feet
Double G on my freak Ooh
Louis V by my brick
She wan' kick it with me
she better eat it then leave
Leave whoa
She try save 'bout the place
but keep eatin' my meat
We can't see none of 'em
bro she keep eatin'
my seeds Woo
Got a E and a B
on the back of the CT
I'm done with the 12
got a V16 Uh
Say the money comin' in
yeah that's true
The more money I get
I don't wan' sex you
Can't think about the last time
that I text you
It's probably once
I kicks out them belt loops
Sign my John Hancock
on a bitch every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb'
I wreck you uh
So if this mind is yours
Woo woo woo
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her
in the exit
Last year more than
what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef
in the tinted exit Like whoa
Yeah uh uh uh whoa
It's the double P I rock double C
Man I run them beats
like you run in cleats
Man come to me
you want somethin' to see
This internally flawed
that's a double Vs
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas
tryna double league
Hornet trapped in the hive
of a motherfuckin' bumblebee
They just got the closest picture
of the fuckin' sun surface
that was us
Got the LaFerrari
park that bitch
just for one purpose
catchin' dust
My Secret Service carry mops
you call 'em street sweepers
back you up
Tat' you up then add you up
then give you a cover like adieu
If the shit's fake
I don't respect it
it's clickbait
And that's distaste
like a shit shake
What a difference your wrist make
when it's Richard-made
Hungry eyes tend to fixat
e like a empty stomach
for a fish plate
Shit-faced get this straight
this is truck wheels
that grip tape
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her
in the exit
Why you even talkin' to us
Last year more
than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef
in the tinted exit
Goddamn
Uh uh uh