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[Intro]
(abstrekt)

[Verse]
Better go and get your b*tch, she's all on me
Pulled up to the party wearin' Abercrombie
I'm in Paris, so I asked her, "Where you from, B?" (Yeah, yeah)
All white fit, yeah, I'm lookin' frosty
He's a b*tch, yeah, he thought that he could cross me
I don't care, I'm for life, I'm a hottie
They could say I changed, but I stayed the same (Yeah)
Only care about this money, f*ck that fame
Stars on the motherf*ckin' roof, it feel like space
She's blowin' up my phone, I told hеr "Give me space"
Yеah, yeah, what a f*ckin' saint, b*tch (Ah)
Only models now, we don't f*ck the same b*tch
I got status now, we don't rock the same sh*t (b*tch)
I was off the drugs, I almost lost my brain, sh*t

[Outro]
sh*t, yeah
Almost lost my brain, b*tch
Lost my brain
Model b*tch and she, uh
Give me brain, b*tch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
​phreshboyswag back in this b*tch
2024
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