Nobody's Favorite

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BIg blunt still burning in the black big Benz

Bad ***** sucking **** 'bout to dent my rim

Duffle bag full of hundreds let her spend my tens

Khaled told you ***** ****** all I do is win

Another one

Rolex full of boogaloos my dawgs in the pen

I'm ****ing with a ***** then she gotta be a ten

Ten

Diamonds on her neck

Neck

Diamonds on her wrist

Wrist

I put her diamonds on her mouth 'cause it's diamonds on my ****

I got diamonds on my hands

Hands

Diamonds on my chest

Chest

G5 ***** twenty thousand I done made a mess

All the feds taking pictures so I pose for the h*es

Got the Phantom in the front shooters at the back door

All the strippers know to tip us very big difference

Got a gold chain swinging in my name eight figures

Time to let your soul glow with a hundred bullet holes

Now you screamin' to the Lord why them boys done do you wrong

'Fore I paint the picture better read the scripture

Here come the Grim Reaper he in a pair of black *******

Life is such a dirty game as you walkin' through the flame

Stackin' all the bodies as they callin' out your name

See me at the new arena best seats at the game

Haters still send subpoenas but my snipers got a aim

Sell a lot of records not the money that I made

Or the ******* that we **** 'cause we share a lot of names

All the jewelers give me watches 'cause they wanna take a picture

I be moving all the product my new house is on the river

My new house is on the river

My new house is on the river

My new house is on the river

My new house is on the river

So I had to buy a boat better yet it's called a yacht

I was then labeled a boss for the yayo that I cop

Peace

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Huh

And I was raised to be a killer but I grew to be a hustler

Beg your pardon tell you sorry I don't argue with the customer

Yeah I don't argue with the customer

Yeah I don't argue with the customer

Yeah I don't argue with the customer

Yeah I don't argue with the customer

And I got two bad ******* and they crying for the white

Play the cards in my hand right they dyking by tonight

Call the plug bad news tell the story 'til it's boring

Sounding sketchy and he know it I don't care I need my coin

And that's word to this dirty I ain't lying on my groin

Any time get in line like a rhyme in a poem

White lines in my foreign hit rewind on the porn

That's your main

She my side couple times paid my bond

Got a thousand eight grams of that glitter come and get it

Gettin' bands with the yams **** the fans on the Twitter

**** the 'Gram stop playin' white grams I get rid of

White ***** sucking **** I'll leave her class on her sweater

While I mash on the pedal talking s**t to her tell her

That I'm mad that I met her ***** don't ever push your head up

Got the smackers on call sliding bare face and all

No shells so well done I let 'em take the vault

Three C's two M's one G up in the Benz

One liter of the lean your main squeeze up in my lens

Your main squeeze up in my lens

Fake liter of the lean your main squeeze up in my lens

Huh

I was raised to be a hustler but I grew to be a killer

I be moving all the product my new house is on the river

My new house is on the river

My new house is on the river

My new house is on the river

My new house is on the river

So I had to buy a boat better yet it's called a yacht

I was then labeled a boss for the yayo that I cop

For the yayo that I cop

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Maybach Music