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Not what you feel then bitch
You gon learn to shut your mouth
Cuz we gon eat now now, now now
Fuck your fears and bitch
Just gon hop your ass in here and move the shit brown
Hope the shit down
Come move them things for me
Across town, town
And make sure they touchdown
Just make it in town
And make sure they touchdown, touchdown

I need a gangsta bitch nigga, I ain’t lyin’
I’m talkin’ when I fuck, she scream ‘yo, silence’ silence
No domestic violence, violence, just domestic dollars
So let me ice you out so when you slide down that pole
Doin’ your Magic City and your neck and wrist broke
I’m dreamin’ she ain’t a stripper, she a classy girl
Gone off that Betrome and she my elastic girl
First name ritual, last name Jones
You related to Nas, girl Queens my second home
You know when prince Akeem come to the city we can tear it up
Weekend to Cans then we comin’ to America
Wear them Jimmy Chu’s but she love that Gucci
Never been to ATM but she love that Gucci
She taught me how to cook Cajun, I taught ‘er how to cook crack
And I chopped it on the back, now tell me where they do that

Not what you feel then bitch
You gon learn to shut your mouth
Cuz we gon eat now now, now now
Fuck your fears and bitch
Just gon hop your ass in here and move the shit brown
Hope the shit down
Come move them things for me
Across town, town
And make sure they touchdown
Just make it in town
And make sure they touchdown, touchdown

I put ‘er on the gray hound, she know she better stay down
Ride her down like me Bentley, man this bitch you never break down
She my bustin’ baby, you should see a bustin’ trape out
Imma Rockefella so much she won’t even call me J now
She roll my weed, man, like she my wing man
Then we get high, play Tyga Woods on that Wii down
Love is four seasons, hate is 365
In the game of cats and dogs keep your bitch by your side
Got a hard top Lambo when the rain start to pour
Not the rain outside, talkin’ the rain indoors
Her girlfriend told ‘er that I was creepin’ with a stripper
Told ‘er I was courtside watchin’ the wack ass Clippers
Bitch please, I’m a Laker fan and Kobe that’s my nigga
Keep my grass cut so I can see when the snake slithers
Shit came out of nowhere like Chloe and Lamar
Count it, got a nigga, drink it maybe uh

Not what you feel then bitch
You gon learn to shut your mouth
Cuz we gon eat now now, now now
Fuck your fears and bitch
Just gon hop your ass in here and move the shit brown
Hope the shit down
Come move them things for me
Across town, town
And make sure they touchdown
Just make it in town
And make sure they touchdown, touchdown

I let ‘er drive the Range on our first date
She the first one to put me on that Drake mix tape
I just wanna be successful babe
Take you out them Hudson jeans then we dress you bay
We can walk down rodeo, turn around, you won’t mel moose
Fly to New York in the winter and try on some pinballs
Or we can hit South Beach, fuck with Ross and Tembo
The world is cherry pie and we can slice it up like Kimble
You cook the rock, I break it down
I wrap it up, you weigh them pounds
I make the call, you start the car
We can drive it outta town
I’m your nigga, right? And you my bitch (yea)
Even if they lock me up, she gon get them bricks there
When we get tired we hit the truck stop and sit there
And slip my 501’s in, she gon put her lipstick
The memoires of a perfect bitch
You gotta hold ‘em down even if it’s

Not what you feel then bitch
You gon learn to shut your mouth
Cuz we gon eat now now, now now
Fuck your fears and bitch
Just gon hop your ass in here and move the shit brown
Hope the shit down
Come move them things for me
Across town, town
And make sure they touchdown
Just make it in town
And make sure they touchdown, touchdown

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