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b*tch hit me up tell me that I want sh*t
I hit her back and said “b*tch you better lick the di*k”
Ridin round round town ain't got sh*t to do
My di*k was hella soft I nutted on her gucci shoes

80 dime bags boomin’ like Alicia Keys
Ten b*tches cold whores sniffin' hella keys
I ain't trippy but my n*gga gon be on LSD
Red eyes gold teeth tell me that ain’t sleaze

Pull up on a college b*tch and take her to Micky D's
Number eight, Large fries, dollar sweet tea
Gold hair and long chain just like Ice T
Threw on my black frames then I hit the trees
Hit the reefa, my girlfriend look like Queen Latifah
In the eighties, I'm a f*ckin' nineties baby
Tryna join my flock of steeze, cuz you must be crazy
I'm a lazy ass n*gga when I beat my di*k

80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin’ dirty keys
80 dime bags boomin’ like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin’ like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys
b*tches on my di*k cuz they know I got the lean
Black Kray and Chris Travis b*tch that's hella steeze
Got my n*gga Ethelwulf rollin' up the green
Got my fingers all sticky staring at that pink
n*gga what’s in your cup, what the f*ck you think?
Got this b*tch on my di*k askin' for a drink
And f*ck you posin' ass n*ggas always tryna scheme
Hoe this how we live n*gga what the f*ck you mean?
Shake junt, shake junt, when I'm on the scene
Drink might be purple or it might be green
Ion really give a f*ck bout what you n*ggas think
Just leave me alone before I get that beam
I'm bout f*ckin' b*tches and illegal things
Me and my n*ggas we be chillin' playin' Saints Row 3
Shake junt, shake junt, what the f*ck you mean
Shake junt, shake junt, b*tch we bout that green

80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys
We all off in the party hella hard we got the bars
The b*tches fiending and they all wanna be porn stars
I took her to the car cause I didn't park far
We hit the store to re-up on tips and to get ‘gars
And now she fallin' hard tryna f*ck me in the car
She high as f*ck she do not know where the f*ck we are
My fingers got the scars dime bags selling hard
I'm in the melting servant cause the sacks selling far
And n*ggas know about it cause it's tracks to the tar
We smokin' where we are indo-in' out of the stars
I'm bangin' sh*t hella hard, 80 sacks for the calls
And I should get an applause for the way I get her draws
And I ain't even tryna throw no salt up on yo seasoning
But boy I be the reason yo b*tch is always creepin'
So next time she tell you not tonight she feelin' sleepy
You should take a listen at my bedroom squeakin'
b*tch

80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys