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I got sauce dripping, they call it entertaining
We got raw chicken, you want it send a payment
I do all dishes, I send my bitch through training
Br-brand new Porsche whipping, and my pistol stainless
A-and my pistol stainless, a-and my pistol stainless
I do all dishes, I send my bitch through training
Brand new Porsche whipping, and my pistol stainless
A-and my pistol stainless, a-and my pistol stainless

Fuck the world, put diamonds on my middle finger
Fuck the D.A. and the jury nigga and the plaintiff

Got no time, I cut her off if my bitch complainin'
Every line that I recall, you know I'm picture paintin'
I got sauce dripping, you know I'm whore pimpin'
I got diamond chains, and they all hittin'
This year I'm sendin' rappers to the mortician (mortician)
You know I get the package before the store ship it
I might cop a brand new Spyder just to crawl in it (crawl in it)
Keep the business over time and I avoid feelings
Havin' nightmares that the coppers at the door kickin'
Got a few more hundred stashed behind the wall chillin'

I got sauce dripping, they call it entertaining
We got raw chicken, you want it send a payment
I do all dishes, I send my bitch through training
Br-brand new Porsche whipping, and my pistol stainless
A-and my pistol stainless, a-and my pistol stainless
I do all dishes, I send my bitch through training
Brand new Porsche whipping, and my pistol stainless
A-and my pistol stainless, a-and my pistol stainless

You tryna fuck or not? Bitch what's the situation?
White girl coming off the boat like it was immigration
I got rappers looking scared I see intimidation

I'll have Fresh come air the room I call it ventilation
If she don't look delicious, she get left read
I think my Brooklyn bitches got the best head
I like to get between it when them legs spread
I heard them niggas sleepin', fuck it, give 'em death beds
It's survival of the fittest where the goonies at
It's gon' be a fuckin' murder if we do react
Can't be wit' em if the streets say they got [?] wrap
They think I'm slippin', they just fell right in the booby trap

I got sauce dripping, they call it entertaining
We got raw chicken, you want it send a payment
I do all dishes, I send my bitch through training
Br-brand new Porsche whipping, and my pistol stainless

A-and my pistol stainless, a-and my pistol stainless
I do all dishes, I send my bitch through training
Brand new Porsche whipping, and my pistol stainless
A-and my pistol stainless, a-and my pistol stainless

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