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Yuh, yuh Say, who want the smoke I got big lungs, and they full automatic I got your bitch tongue all on my fabric Give the XDrive when I cut up the traffic I ain't like the face much But the Benz truck parked inside the crib from the streams that I stacked It's a, it's what a dream as a kid what I This is what I mean, you ain't gotta don't stress Top with the full of Chrome Put her legs on my shoulder Like a tiger, I blown bone broth in a bowl Like I gotta back hole But it's only sent back to they home Nobody got Put her hand in my pocket, so I probably the pants priest I used to hide the dirty paysticks inside of a dirty pillowcase And ever since I blame the money I can't sleep Yuh, huh, yuh, huh Chevy ridin' through yo' Che- Chevy ridin' through yo' ville Yuh, huh, yuh, huh Chevy ridin' through yo' Che- Chevy ridin' through yo' ville I don't get it, never had a hand But you mad I don't listen Never look at the tag I buy, no issue Why you gettin' pressed 'bout a bitch, she don't miss you Bitch, she don't miss you Yuh, huh No green tips like tissue Spill green pink paint, counted up If you wanna get talking, I need in the paper, the bank that simple, yuh