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Come back to that shit, come back to that shit later, come back to that shit later Too cool with this shit, look (Too cool with this shit, look) Too cool with this shit, real eyes realize, I'm on top with this shit 3live got plays, whole gang got plates, that's food with the hits Spin the block dizzy, pull a Semi AR, you're a fool if you miss Can't go that bitch a Homi, I'll shoot her ass to bro, guarantee he won't miss (aye) (Owl sounds) Ayy, in my bag, oh, you callin' that swag? Take off like jets, but, we don't do The lag Let me slow it down, I'm in my bag bitch Yeah, shawty a cold lil bitch, in that cold lil whip, she still get spun She run miles for the Jit, got her twirlin' on the pole for the gold I'm bout ownership, see my neck, bitch, that three so froze Ma I'm finna go, she like, wait, baby, oh, no, no Too cool with this shit, real eyes realize, I'm on top with this shit 3live got plays, whole gang got plates, that's food with the hits Spin the block dizzy, pull a Semi AR, you're a fool if you miss Can't go that bitch a Homi, I'll shoot her ass to bro, guarantee he won't miss I'm on the road, nigga, for my soul, nigga, I don't give no fuck, you know how it go Love my lil' niggas them my soldiers, one call, niggas on go Need bout ten figures, them bold figures, they only point fingers when you pose I play my cards right in this game, I ain't gotta say shit, you know You know this shit go Listen to the beat, then you'll see a part of me I'm just a King, I'm from the streets with odds to beat and goals meet, ayy Listen to the beat, then you'll see a part of me I'm just a King, I'm from the streets with odds to beat and goals meet, ayy
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