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Big carbon hit like Mayweather, Tula come through and bow a ho
Got millions out that rap ♥♥♥♥, they hate a ♥♥♥♥♥, but they stole the flow
Got backend after backend comin', ♥♥♥♥ 'em, I stole the show
Don't run up on that ♥♥♥♥♥, she a headcase, all she do is shoot
I signed my deal up on a PJ and hopped out a parachute
I'm geeked, don't ask me 'bout no more features, I might just stare at you
I'm geeked, don't ask me 'bout no more features, I might embarrass you
Stomp a lil' ♥♥♥♥♥ ho with some shell toes
(Yeah, Glo!) Slappin' rap ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and makin' bail, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) No competition, these ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stale, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Cuban on Cuban, my ♥♥♥♥ in layers, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Say they get money, but I can't tell, ho
(Yeah, Glo!) Keep runnin' circles around these snail hoes