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(feat. Flyboy Tarantino)
Look, sliding in the whip deep
Keep it under 60
Broken, you can't fix me
Look, I'm broken, you can't fix me
Please don't try to fix me
Don't slide to the crib deep
Heart colder than my wrist be
Heart colder than my wrist be
Oh no, watch me go in deep, she said she feel it so
I post at my trap like it's a liquor store
These niggas get no passes like they [?]
Pull out my Tech, I hit her phone, I be like how it go
Told me these fuck niggas gon' try it man, 'cause we ain't broke
Got a new bitch 'cause my old bitch took me for a joke
Bitch, we can't date if you don't wash that [?] with baby soap
Run a 4-5 where I lay if I wake up to smoke
He don't want none, if it's smoke we coming
Okay, shouts out my [?], he keep it 100
That lil bitch she [?], geeking off the Molly
Shawty sniff up the work, she gon' preserve them [?]
I've been blessed, make a pussy nigga fear me
In fact there ain't no stopping, you might just have to kill me
Pussy popping, she let my nigga hit it
Pop up with the rocket, make these niggas feel me
Look, sliding in the whip deep
Keep it under 60
Broken, you can't fix me
Look, I'm broken, you can't fix me
Please don't try to fix me
Don't slide to the crib deep
Heart colder than my wrist be
Heart colder than my wrist be
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