Hoes and Os 
How you aint know 
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Bitch how dont you know
Its in the air this L-O-U-D
I dont like Soulja
Im off the lean, Im fallin off
I fucked his bitch, she like to smoke
You dumb bitch, you gotta go
He spilled his act pon my shoes
These aint no Jordans, bitch these Balenciaga
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Smokin out this pound nigga I dont smoke skinnies
Ride pass me, niggas mad cause my truck cost a Lamboghini
I got all this money on me, I know all these bitches see me
Gettin top by a wanna be Lady Gaga but she got an ass like Nicki
Im in a party, wont you come see me
She like do I gotta bring my weed with me
Im like hell nah bitch you know I be chiefin keef
She like haha you mean to me
Bitch Im Chief Sosa Houdini
Smoking on this greeny
This bitch thought she was independent
Tryna bring her own weed but it smell like
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