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[Intro]
Yeah, come to the dinner table, I could serve you a hundred
YSL jeans too tight, ain't doin' no runnin'
Mouth sealed, she don't say nothin' (Private Flight Gang)
Yeah, come to the dinner table, I could serve you a hundred
YSL jeans too tight, ain't doin' no runnin'
Mouth sealed, she don't say nothin' (Private Flight Gang)
Ha-ha (Bae, what the f─)
Haha, what the f—? (Ha, what the f—?)

[tana]
I ran up a hundred (Hundred ball), so why I would stop there?
Outside it get cold, yeah (Outside), I need me a moncler
I won't buy her nothin, my nеcklace bussin
Yeah, come to thе dinner table, I could serve you a hundred
YSL jeans too tight, ain't doin' no runnin'
Mouth sealed, she don't say nothin'

[?] bitch and her best friend but I can't take em both back in my home
Just cut me the check or the envelope and I might just pop out to your show (I might)
Mike Tyson the bitch, okay, yeah, I bite
I fucked up her back, then send her right back
Ayy, and she know how to ride-ride like a bike
We don't do the ra-ra, it's on sight
No rules we abide by, get Fox5'ed
And every time that we droppin', it go viral
If she up and [?] fuckin with me i don't think she the right hoe...