full house
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Big crib out west, full house
Ace of Spades, King of Diamonds, full house
Bet big out in Vegas, full house
Bunch of white girls getting faded, this a full house
I told her girlfriend “what you about?”
Bitch so bad, I can’t pull out
I be throwing up my hood when I hit it from the back
She got lil titties but her ass real fat
My bitch better than your bitch
My homie fucking, she ain’t your bitch
I call my bitches over
Your girl ain’t real, my bitches know
Uh, I just got off the plane from France
My white bitches say “you’re the man”
My hood bitches call me Cam
Pussy poppin’ on a hand stand
Big crib, that’s a full house
Quentin Tarantino, I’m pulling them foreign's out
Bougie-bitches drinkin’ red wine
I’m just smoking trappin tryna make my dead line
Only there for 12 hours then I’m back to the trap
South of France and I’m smoking on Pat
Seen a yacht, that was motivation
New Porsche that’s for baking kush and rotation
 x2
Got a full house, so my whole team straight
Taking shots of Bombay and bitch I need eight
All these show dates there’s no way we can’t win
Booked some Nine’s in your city bitch we need 10’s
Don’t hit my check with that fuck shit
Four queens with me and all the bitches ready to function
So that means that I got two-pair
Take a L, tell her, “Baby come back, bitch I’m two player”
Ace-of-spades stuffing King Cones
All these bae’s won’t leave me alone, full house won’t be alone
Hold up, holding, its holding like Hold’em
Got a Royal-Flush so there’s no way that I’m folding
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Wooh!
What up Jace? (keep that in there I feel that shit)
I see you nigga
(laughs)
(you know what it is)
You told me you been turned up all day right
Let's get it
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey