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...Shit, my tolerance too high, nah, it ain't no matching with me

Multiplying dividends, that boy ain't got a fraction with it

Say my name three times, I'm poppin up like Candyman

My jeweller ain't playin' no games, but diamonds, they on Candyland

My bitch pussy macaroni, plus she got the candy yams

She could be up at hospice, still'll get yo' granny scammed

Callin' me to fix the problem? Must think I'm the handyman

Practicin' my speech for when I win, I'm in my Grammy bag

That'll be yo' last supper, boy, it's fetty on that Tupperware

I don't think I'm leavin', triple here, but I'mma double there

Boy, it's time to grow the fuck up, it's hard to hustle scared

Heard thеy couldn't stand me, we gon' need more than a couplе chairs

Cuddy on the road, a thousand pieces like he solvin' puzzles

I was tired of the noise, I grabbed the chop and bought a muzzle

Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft, now they all in trouble

[?] plug on Westbrook, should I call him Russell?

This one for the history books

Gang bendin' minivan to show you how a mystery look

Lil' brodie, he a gremlin, call him Gizmo

Feel like Marley, caught him fishbowl tryna get home

Bitch head eleven out of...