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You wifing these hoes I'm WiFing em Gotta keep these hoes connected Like some wiring I should tie my shoes Im way too high man Ur girl Get around like wheels She tiring Wake up then bake up I like bitches with no make up Before I leave the house I make sure that I'm shaped up It's not tailored but it's fitted It's not expensive nor rented She don't see me but she hear me She walked pass and dizzy Bet she leave with me VERSE 2 Cold bottles and more drinks Better people, stronger dank Flyer clothes, and pet minks Gold frames, Margiela fleece Her Fat ass, it's obese Gold piece, on new degrees She cooler than a cold breeze Damn she's off the chain and leash What she did I couldn't believe She breaking down her own trees 2 for you and 2 for me Stuffed 2 grams into each By 3 I couldn't speak At this party, passin weed Moving slow thinking fast Highed up plotting on some ass