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Cuffin Season (Interlude)

Red Cafe

American Psycho II

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[Intro] Let's keep that music rolling Start the shakedown Dj Sour Milk, huuuuuu L.A. leakers, who kid, yeah? [Verse] These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up I'm getting chicken in Vegas, I ain't pimping up All gold, check the barcode My niggas doin' numbers, 4 millions Throwing hundreds, whasup? It's so cold in the fucking winter These bitches can't lose when they fucking winnin' I tell a bitch anything to get her spleen popped That's my disclaimer, in case you see a screenshot [?] right, I know these chicks iPhone right If you knock out, she record it with her iPhone mic Chicks wanna be famous Ain't nothin' worse than being broke and being famous In the club, grab em bottles that ain't yours Then you IG phose, you hot? That's menopause Shallow chick, closet full of LV Kanye got gas, and bank account, everything The club dream on Saturday Ex had his new chick, he told you go that way How you gonna fuck his man on spite? And do them freak shows on Skype New album, but my car don't even got keys Don't ever tell that to a rat that don't got G's Niggas hate and bitches throw cheap shots I'm in the CL, smooth like Pete Rock I ain't got worries, I got get money honeys And straight stunting girls, playboy bunnies Pretty mixed chickas that go both ways That one on your buns is mayonnaise
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