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That coca
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes I'm with a white hoe
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snortin' up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more
Yeah, I'ma get more
Bitch close the door, there's shit on your nose
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more
Yeah I'ma get more
I just poured a 8 in a liter
With a white bitch sniffin' on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons?
Bitch, lookin' for a phone I ain't seen it
Told Frost bring the water no Fiji
Free Stix, I'm poured up and I'm leanin'
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
'Cause their main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go
She fucked all my bros, she's snortin' the snow (That coca)
Now she's touchin' her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door, we gon' get locked for sure
She said she want more
Fuck it, I'ma get more (I'ma get more)
(I'ma get more, I'ma get more, I'ma get more)
Nightmare, high-life, sleepy, night-night (Yeah)
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, night guy
Help it, peace, peace, peace to–
Bite me, ride me, strike me, indict me
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (yeah yeah)
I'm lit, light-nin', white bitch, she thick
Pulled out in the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Ridin' around the city with my eyes closed (Yeah, yeah)
Crazy Girls got it poppin', AOD got it poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna' text my accountant
Ain't no service in the mountains (Straight up)
Won't you come to the bottom? (Yeah)
Know you heard a lot about 'em (Yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring
I watched them take that then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out in the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Ridin' around the city with my eyes closed
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some Jolly Rancher in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white hoe
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rollin' off molly
Got a white bitch snortin' up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gonna leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more
Yeah, I'ma get more
Bitch close the door, there's shit on your nose
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more
Yeah, I'ma get more
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