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I can see you fake man it’s bait (bait) I got lots of cakes why you hate (why you mad?) Look what’s on my plate, fish fillet (fish, fish) I got white girl, Mary Kate (white) I’m gonna make it baby Just wait be patient Smelling the cookie fragrant Versace my fragrance (Versace) She doesn’t talk to police, she don’t do statements (no) That’s why she jugging with me I just say baby Ride for me, are you on that? (Ride) Slide for me, are you on that? (Slide) You know what I’m on, are you on that? Trap phone kicks like Cali my loud, it’s strong pack Give me the pounds I want that Bad lil b imma dig her like D Then I chop that lock that I was in the T just scratching my head Like how did I end up here? That was back then Now I send boys up with the gear My runner ain’t got no fear and he ain’t gonna leave till the grub gets cleared Still push weight like muscle I should of been wham last year In the kitchen cooking pies like it’s bake off Water whipping up a pie that’s a straight drop Please don’t ask me about the price for the flake box From Letras Mania