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Go Go, go go, go, go, go, go (Yeah) they should put me on a magazine (go, go, go) (Yeah) they should put me on a magazine (uh-huh) And not because I want it, 'cause I need it (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh) I'ma beat the cops in a black truck speeding (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh) Talk to NASCAR, I'm a speed demon (real racer) She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (bitch, let's go) She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (RIB, shit) I see the molly laying on your teeth (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh) Say she love my swag, say she love my niche (yeah, yeah) Bitch, I love your racks, love your double Ds (yeah, yeah, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh) Twenty-four hoes just like Kobe (yeah, yeah, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh) And I'm courtside with my nosebleeding I don't want a Barbie bitch, I want a Bratz doll I don't want a Corgi bitch, I want a big dog I don't tell them: RIP, I tell them: RIB, dawg (yeah, I tell 'em: RIB) YSL jeans backwards, Kris Kross Tell a– Tell a bitch: Sit criss-cross (hrrd) Yeah, I'm itchin', gotta hit a lick now, huh-huh (hrrd) Yeah, she cut into me, had to get gone (hrrd, uh-huh) Take a flight, yeah, I'm out to Melbourne, hey (hrrd) I'm so fresh like a well-kept lawn (hrrd) She got me brick, yeah, she got me Teflon (hrrd) Yeah, I'm steppin' so don't get stepped on Yeah, they hit my phone, I used to not get checked on Walk out of AT&T with ten phones (hrrd) Keep it real, I hate getting led on (hrrd) Yeah, it was a rocky road, but I held on (hrrd) Stand my ground, I ain't getting picked on (hrrd) (Yeah, go) They should put me on a magazine (go, go, go, hrrd) They should put me on a magazine (uh-huh, hrrd) And not because I want it, 'cause I need it (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh, hrrd) I'ma beat the cops in a black truck speeding (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh) Talk to NASCAR, I'm a speed demon (real racer) She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (bitch, let's go) She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (RIB, shit) I see the molly laying on your teeth (pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)