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Pearl S Girl Whatever

Girl. Material Girl, loves dreamin' 'bout the finer things of this world But She's my girl, do what I gotta do. Payin to the game, Get her whatever

wit the deflate Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake A young nigga holdin big face foldin Pimps are known for catching runaways A good hustler's

me, baby? Oh yeah You say you want diamonds You say you want pearls Big car, big house You wanna be served Tell me, lady Just what can you give 'Cause it's

by a fisherman Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil And I do whatever

the intercom up Like all that little background noise Then the beat comes in, that's real smooth man Fuck studios, just happen to be here, aight, whatever

'ma constantly see rain in the forecast This a way, that a way, I'm flickin' 5,000 ones Or whatever you wanna call it It's a celebration, you the champion, here's

you know Cause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it goes Cause tomorrow we'll be best of friends Never ever disagreein, now that's

s gettin', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy It's gettin', it's getting', it's gettin' kinda heavy

but a stain to such holy fabrics Darwin's proposals bouncing back from colored glass Serpents will guide me to your hull Slithering between the pews of pearl