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{intro}
Yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
{chorus}
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch, i ain't playin'
Yeah, i'm the boss, what the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play, leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch so bad, let her hold my hand
I can't walk in the mall 'cause they know who i am
I don't even like saks, but i need some pants
Bitch, i got racks, what the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch call me dad, but i'm not her parent
{verse}
Yeah, i speak all facts, man, i'm so transparent
Man, i'm so transparent
Bitches so transparent
Niggas so transparent, they see-through
I got these fuck niggas scared to make moves
I make real deal plays, not youtubе
Her ass real deal fakе, her boobs too
If you get real deal racks, they hate you
Yeah, and i make the music they move to
But my boy on my side might shoot you
I don't try to get fly, it's usual
I don't try to get high, it's usual
Keep it right on my side, won't lose you
When i look right in your eyes, it's truthful
Damn, i really like drugs, they useful
I get high as the motherfuckin' moon, ooh
Yeah, let's take a trip, man
Yeah, let's go to paris, france
Said they ready for me, they ain't ready yet
Got the world in my hands and i'm grippin' it
I buy so many clothes and don't take pictures (don't take pictures, yeah)
I'm so stuck in my ways, don't see a difference (don't see a difference, yeah)
It's too easy, i'm fuckin' these niggas' bitches
I feel like weezy, it's codeine that i'm sippin'
I don't see no competition, i see a difference
I don't do no politickin', don't talk to niggas
I don't do no pocket watchin', i'm livin' different
I don't trust no fuckin' thotty, but love my bitches
{chorus}
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch, i ain't playin'
Yeah, i'm the boss, what the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play, leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch so bad, let her hold my hand
I can't walk in the mall 'cause they know who i am
I don't even like saks, but i need some pants
Bitch, i got racks, what the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch call me dad, but i'm not her parent
{outro}
(clayco on the beat)
{intro}
Yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
{chorus}
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch, i ain't playin'
Yeah, i'm the boss, what the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play, leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch so bad, let her hold my hand
I can't walk in the mall 'cause they know who i am
I don't even like saks, but i need some pants
Bitch, i got racks, what the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch call me dad, but i'm not her parent
{verse}
Yeah, i speak all facts, man, i'm so transparent
Man, i'm so transparent
Bitches so transparent
Niggas so transparent, they see-through
I got these fuck niggas scared to make moves
I make real deal plays, not youtubе
Her ass real deal fakе, her boobs too
If you get real deal racks, they hate you
Yeah, and i make the music they move to
But my boy on my side might shoot you
I don't try to get fly, it's usual
I don't try to get high, it's usual
Keep it right on my side, won't lose you
When i look right in your eyes, it's truthful
Damn, i really like drugs, they useful
I get high as the motherfuckin' moon, ooh
Yeah, let's take a trip, man
Yeah, let's go to paris, france
Said they ready for me, they ain't ready yet
Got the world in my hands and i'm grippin' it
I buy so many clothes and don't take pictures (don't take pictures, yeah)
I'm so stuck in my ways, don't see a difference (don't see a difference, yeah)
It's too easy, i'm fuckin' these niggas' bitches
I feel like weezy, it's codeine that i'm sippin'
I don't see no competition, i see a difference
I don't do no politickin', don't talk to niggas
I don't do no pocket watchin', i'm livin' different
I don't trust no fuckin' thotty, but love my bitches
{chorus}
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch, i ain't playin'
Yeah, i'm the boss, what the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play, leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch so bad, let her hold my hand
I can't walk in the mall 'cause they know who i am
I don't even like saks, but i need some pants
Bitch, i got racks, what the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch call me dad, but i'm not her parent
{outro}
(clayco on the beat)