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(Out straight)
Better go and get your b*tch, she's all on me
Pulled up to the party wearing Abercrombie
I'm in Paris so I asked her where you from
Ooh, I fit yeah I'm looking frosty
He's a b*tch, yeah, he thought that he could cross me
I don't care, I'm for life, I'm a hottie
They could say I changed but I stayed the same
Only care about is money, f*ck that fame
Stars on the motherf*cking roof, it feel like space
She's blowing on my phone, I told her give me space
Yeah, yеah, what a f*cking saint, b*tch
Only models now, we don't f*ck the samе, b*tch
I got status now, we don't rock the same sh*t
I was off the drugs, I almost lost my brain, sh*t

[Outro]
sh*t, yeah
Almost lost my brain, b*tch
Lost my brain
Model b*tch and she, uh
Give me brain, b*tch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
​phreshboyswag in this b*tch
2024
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