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Yeah I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (bah) I can't fuck with none of these lames, they all fuckin' lie (what?) Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fuckin' die (yeah, yeah) I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah) I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with this grease, I'm serving Five Guys You ain't got no racks, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah You ain't got your swag, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah They some haters, they ain't fuckin' with the mob, ah Bitch, you broke, that ain't with me, it's not my job, nah All my money do a jump and do a job (lil' jump), ah When you pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him (bah-bah-bah) All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a fuckin' spy (what?) We got mob ties, baby, got a felon Fuckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in (go) Bitch, I get the head, I get her melon Ridin' 'round the city like a demon, like a villain Bitch, I take these Percocets all day, I ain't got no feeling Ridin' in a Double-R Tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling Ooh, yeah, hey, walkin' in the building, I'ma gon' pull it up We been up all day, I'm off Adderall (okay) He just pulled up in a Lamb', no, I'm not your friend (fuck 'em) Fuckin' on your thot, fuckin' on your friend (fuck 'em) I can't fuck with nobody that's not my best friend (not my friend) I just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah Ridin' in a Bentley, ridin' in a turn I can't fuckin' with nobody, I'm standin' firm I just took a Percocet, I took a crank, I'm insane Yeah I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (bah) I can't fuck with none of these lames, they all fuckin' lie (what?) Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fuckin' die (yeah, yeah) I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah) I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with this grease, I'm serving Five Guys You ain't got no racks, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah You ain't got your swag, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah They some haters, they ain't fuckin' with the mob, ah Bitch, you broke, that ain't with me, it's not my job, nah All my money do a jump and do a job (lil' jump), ah When you pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him (bah-bah-bah) All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a fuckin' spy (what?) We got mob ties, baby, got a felon Fuckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in (go)

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Jonah Abraham, Kenneth Pannu, Noah Smith, Pierre Thevenot, Stefan Cismigiu

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Submitted on October 20, 2022 by Anonymous

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2 Alivë (Geëk Pack)

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Field Trip Recordings/Geffen Records

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March 31, 2022

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it's insane pull just ain't fire ridin' with blick building these fuck what jump bitch thot this baby bags your know yeah friend they even pulled bentley gon' can't fuckin'

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