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Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on, Sinista on da Traxx)
So I fucked her in the trap, think I had my Lanvin's on (You feel that?)
Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on, Sinista on da Traxx)
So I fucked her in the trap, think I had my Lanvin's on (You feel that?)
Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on)
So I fucked her in the trap, think I had my Lanvin's on
It's big Blow, your girl favorite rap, trapper
Count some dirty money up, then get a manicure after
Ain't gotta platinum record yet, but all the bubbas came platinum
'Member after church sellin' work to the pastor
Yay, 'za, bubba, nigga, we got all that
He called my phone, wasn't tryna cop, I told the nigga, "Fall back"
Finna pick my bitch up and take her to the doll trap
She just gotta lace front, T2Finee installed that
Uh, Rublow Escobar, these niggas can't stand me
I'm sellin' work in the streets and on these damn beats
It's big Blow, your girl favorite rap, trapper
Count some dirty money up, then get a manicure after
Ain't gotta platinum record yet, but all the bubbas came platinum
'Member after church sellin' work to the pastor
Yay, 'za, bubba, nigga, we got all that
He called my phone, wasn't tryna cop, I told the nigga, "Fall back"
Finna pick my bitch up and take her to the doll trap
She just gotta lace front, T2Finee installed that
Uh, Rublow Escobar, these niggas can't stand me
I'm sellin' work in the streets and on these damn beats
Bussed down Carti' on with the matchin' Vancleef
Never seen you in the streets, pussy boy, you not a G
Uh, open up my eyes, count a twenty in the mornin'
Fiends beatin' down my line, got me feelin' real important
I look like a mannequin, rockin' all this damn Marni
And damn, I miss my plug, can't believe he got deported (Deported)
Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on)
Never seen you in the streets, pussy boy, you not a G
Uh, open up my eyes, count a twenty in the mornin'
Fiends beatin' down my line, got me feelin' real important
I look like a mannequin, rockin' all this damn Marni
And damn, I miss my plug, can't believe he got deported (Deported)
Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on)
So I fucked her in the trap, think I had my Lanvin's on
Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on)
So I fucked her in the trap, think I had my Lanvin's on
My bitch say I'm nonchalant, she think I'm actin' but I'm not
Rublow got it out the mud, Rublow got it out the pot
Rublow Mr. Trap a Lot, them junkies comin' in and out
Rublow get them through the mail, bitch, I'm Rublow Escobar
Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on)
So I fucked her in the trap, think I had my Lanvin's on
My bitch say I'm nonchalant, she think I'm actin' but I'm not
Rublow got it out the mud, Rublow got it out the pot
Rublow Mr. Trap a Lot, them junkies comin' in and out
Rublow get them through the mail, bitch, I'm Rublow Escobar
Bitch, I'm Rublow, set the bar, you know I get it off the scale
I got work, I got white, I got stupid clientele
Red bone caramel, I got bitches everywhere
Make 'em suck me off the bone, then tell the bitch farewell (Farewell)
Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on)
So I fucked her in the trap, think I had my Lanvin's on
Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
I got work, I got white, I got stupid clientele
Red bone caramel, I got bitches everywhere
Make 'em suck me off the bone, then tell the bitch farewell (Farewell)
Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on)
So I fucked her in the trap, think I had my Lanvin's on
Weighin' up them grams, don't care if the Grammys on (Don't care if the Grammys on)
Whip a whole lot of babies, they ain't got no Pampers on (Ain't got no Pampers on)
Bitch came to cop a seven, she ain't had no panties on (Ain't had no panties on)
So I fucked her in the trap, think I had my Lanvin's on
So I fucked her in the trap, think I had my Lanvin's on
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