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(dulio, 力を貸して) i'm finna get in that mode

I'm finna get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode
(I'm finna get in that mode)
Bitch, watch me get in that mode
(Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode
(Get on and get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode
(I'm finna get in that mode)
Bitch, watch me get in that mode
(Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode

Need the racks, tell 'em, "Send that shit up"
We don't care what you did (Did, okay)
We don't care what you did, that shit over
With your bitch, she gon' bend that shit over
I done really put bands in the sofa
All these trucks, not no Benz, it the Rover
I can't be 'round these niggas much longer
Don't need to know what I cop, what I need
If a nigga want problem with us
Brodie's throwing up shots like Drew Brees
Nigga, we getting money, compleshe
I got racks in this Rick Owens Fleece
I'm in love with the drum like I'm Chief
I just scored sippin' Wock' for the free
I'm getting tired of weed
Smoke with no love is exotic
Can't fuck with my lunch
I know they tired of me
All of these knots and blue guap
And they ain't getting none
Don't think about trying me
Be cool where you walk, hit that block, bro
He ain't got a gun
Got some Wock' and that's fine with me
I am so high, you not fond of me

I'm finna get in that mode (Mode)
All my diamonds are so wet
All my diamonds on a boat (Boat, phew)
Fuck that bitch and let her go (yeah)
Back to where she come, ho (yeah)
I'm rich I don't got no change (No)
Fuck that bitch, I'm in a Range (Huh)
Watered diamonds and they
Hittin', 20-7, bitch
I'ma keep 'em in the rain
We gon' hit him with the
Shots, make him disappear
Call him David Blaine (Buh, yeah)
Walked inside the building, bitch, my
Pockets fucking limping, bitch
They on the floor (yeah)
All my money go to heaven, bitch
I stack it up until I can't no more
(No more)
Said my twizzy really get 'em, yeah, light
It up, and get 'em gone, no more
(Bang)
I just wake up and take a Perc' and boot
It up until I can't even take no more
(So high)
Your favorite girl, your wifey girl, she
Over here, she suckin' dick
That bitch a whore (Don't lie)
It's hard for me to fall in love
With a bitch, I kick her out, i get bored
(Don't try)
Every time I'm in the mode, yeah
I'm 'bout to juice up
'bout to hit the store (Luh crank)
Yeah, every time I pour it
Up, double cup deuce, yeah
I'm 'bout to snore (Luh crank)
Yeah, I went and pulled up the GLE, 6-speed
Bitches pull off and roar (Luh crank)
If you ain't even rock with the gang
We don't rock
With you at all, I would take you to war
Hey

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