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"I LEFT MY RICHARD MILLIE"

[Intro]
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Yuh, ayy, f*ck it (Hahaha)
f*ck, yuh, ayy
Yuh, ayy
Man, I left something at yo' house, right here
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
Man, I left something at yo' house, and I gotta get it (Uh-huh)
No ifs and buts about it, b*tch, bro, I'm really with it (Huh?)
Bustin' at your faded windows, all-black, dirty tenant (Yuh)
Yeah, she timid, real wicked, got a bad b*tch limit (b*tch)
Man, I left something at yo' house, and I gotta get it (Gotta get it)
No ifs and buts about it, b*tch, bro, I'm really with it (Huh?)
Bustin' at your faded windows, all-black, dirty tenant (Yuh)
Yeah, she timid, real wicked, got a bad b*tch limit

[Verse]
Wanna meet me at my crib, nineteen thirty-seven mission (Yuh)
Bust a cup, make a right, I'll be in your vision (I'll be)
If I got a problem with a b*tch, I won't even listen (Yuh)
If I got a problem with a boy, keep a tool to fix it (Yuh)
Lame-ass lil' n*gga, and he rockin' True Religion (True)
I'ma teach you how to be a man, lil' n*gga, listen (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
I'ma teach you how to be a man, most y'all n*ggas b*tches (Yuh)
This that boss sh*t, mob sh*t, ride around with a mop stick
When I hit these f*ckin' n*ggas, thirty-thousand to their head (Yuh)
And if you don't kill him, bring him back f*ckin' dead (b*tch)
And, bro, I love a b*tch that's suckin' di*k until it's red (Haha)
The money comin' in, hundred milli' on the bed (Yuh)
Richard Mille's on my wrist, golden Cubans on my neck (Yuh)
Richard Mille with the fit, with an all-black vest (Uh-huh), yuh
f*ckin' suck it, suck it, f*ckin' suck it, b*tch (Yuh)
Causin' ruckus with this b*tch, with extended clips (Yuh)

[Chorus]
Man, I left something at yo' house, and I gotta get it (Uh-huh)
No ifs and buts about it, b*tch, bro, I'm really with it (Huh?)
Bustin' at your faded windows, all-black, dirty tenant (Yuh)
Yeah, she timid, real wicked, got a bad b*tch limit (b*tch)
Man, I left something at yo' house, and I gotta get it (Gotta get it)
No ifs and buts about it, b*tch, bro, I'm really with it (Huh?)
Bustin' at your faded windows, all-black, dirty tenant (Yuh)
Yeah, she timid, real wicked, got a bad b*tch limit

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