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[verse 1: sterling]
(hey f-ck you guys)
hey i’m the man in my motherf-cking city
and every single girl you’ve ever seen me with is pretty
so if this place lit, i don’t care about the piggies
and if the -ss right, i don’t care about the t-tties
in the polo sweaty, cashing dos checkies
i’ma ask if i can smash and she gon’ let me
she gave me dope becky
and she was so s-xy
and i know these haters mad because they don’t get me
i’m sippin’ dos equis
and h-lla hoes checking
i think i met her at coach-lla doing blow heavy
and h-lla molly too, her friends were calling too
so you know i threw mcgregger up the ally oop

[verse 2: michael lemont]
squad in the villa while we break down the strong
aux cord lit playing all her favorite songs
ask me for a lighter, took a rip from the bong
now she windin’ up the booty like i’m jamaican man (god d-mn)
so i’m calling up the team like where the f-ck you at?
i’m about to throw a bunch of ones inside a duffle bag
i’m about to meet em’ at the club and tell em’ bust it out
she said she came over to see what all the fuss was ’bout
and that was when trizzy said yo
“where in the h-ll are all the f-ckin’ hoes?”
splash brothers, mad numbers, give and go
the uber pulled up and then we hit the road

[verse 3: sterling]
but i’m back, and i’m giving you more bars
got four cars. suv, truck and a sports car
a sports star, when i’m getting drunk at the sports bar with marco rues
with a pretty young thing, and her friends don’t like me
tell em’ sip an icee
i’ma come through, get you, get ice cream
take you to a nice spot
treat you like a wifey
f-ck you in your all white low top nikes
and no hooks like my name’s dom k
i be chillin’ at the crib with a grip of bombay
these haters throw shots but they go the wrong way
but everything good cuz the pizza on way

[verse 4: michael]
follow me i got the juice now
swaggin’ on em’
jet laggin’ on em’ still wreaking havoc on em’
’bout to throw a few thow (thousand)
look at the fl!ck of the wrist
look at the look on your b-tch
fl!ckity fl!ckity fl!ck, swish
and that’s the end of the song

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