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*graps crotch and smacks lips*
I know your sick than sick-ah
When you see the rims flick-ah
The paint drip off
Ice in my Range glitter'ah
I straight flipp-ah
The cheese like pancake-ah
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand brick-ah?
Project Pat-ah
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern
French braids, gold teeth-ah
I'm out here makin' sense
Plus, I'm out here makin' dollars
I keep a bad broad, though, and a popped collar
