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She can't suck my dick, I make this bitch just suck my nuts (suck my nuts) I told that girl can she please turn it up a notch (turn it up) Alright, alright on them drugs, the one that lean you over (yeah) This a double r, but she ain't even seen my chauffeur (no) Bitch, I'm ballin', I can throw it up just like a floater (yeah) I don't want your bitch, don't save her number, just wan' hold her (oh, yeah) One hundred and twenty-five racks, I spent it all at Dover (Dover) Y'all niggas really ain't vamps, I can tell that y'all posers (what?), yeah I get younger, don't get older (uh-huh, what? That's that) All my bitches on your poster (yeah) Pockets got knots (knots), move them pop rocks (yeah) I don't sell Par (yeah), bitch, I sell rocks (I do) Bro a demon with that 'k, don't got no shell tops (what?) Pull off in a foreign, skrrt, swerve a frail cop (yeah)