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Uh, uh Damn, what do we have here? Okay, fine, fifty-five Damn (Slatt) Spice on Givenchy, I'm in it I'm at the house and used to be linen Look at my page and say, "Dude, he be drippin'" Just like some thots, let that F.N. kiss you Call up my doctor, I need some prescriptions Talk like I'm proper, I'm really a menace To be continued or truly be missed, truly be missed Pour up, cool, great, I got ice on, skate That's my dawgs in ninth grade, we gon' remain part-fate He knew me since my take, maniac broad day Yeah, got it always, Slatt Gotti, nigga, ain't got dawgs' place He got a boo-boo, I laugh and sorry him When I get to poppin', they gon' call Dolly them Ridin' with Mootoo, just pulled up on Unfoonk Fuck the crash-stoppers so why you wan' call on them? (Ayy) When I get mad, nobody can calm me down (Nah) Tell these lil' niggas I want me a piece (Want me a) Want me a piece of the pizza like Papa John (Piece of) My dawg in the joint and his date say deceased ('Ceased) Pushed up my shit, do away with the keys (Woo) I do not see who adjacent to me (Nah) I do not think they can replace my G (No) Really, it look like they fakin' to me (Fakin' to) Moved in the house, forty acres for me You cannot be with my agents, you see (Cannot be) Cut her off 'cause she wasn't faithful to me (Yeah, no) Then I just told her to take you (Uh) Spice on Givenchy, I'm in it I'm in the house and used to be linen Look at my page and say, "Dude, he be drippin'" Just like some thots, let that F.N. kiss you Call up my doctor, I need some prescriptions Talk like I'm proper, I'm really a menace To be continued or truly be missed, truly be missed Pour up, cool, great, I got ice on, gold skate That's my dawgs in ninth grade, we gon' remain part-fate He knew me since my take, maniac broad day Yeah, got it always, Slatt Gotti, nigga, ain't got dawgs' place I was eludin' the law (Eludin' the law) I took a risk and I lost (Risk and I lost) Hump like I'm servin' that raw (Raw, yeah) That, that there turned me a boss (Yeah, boss) Better be luck, I got caught (I caught) 'Cause if I wouldn't got caught, I would be somewhere puttin' that gun in your mouth And you walk through your door and I'm sittin' on your coach Remember them days, I'm like, "What do they cost?" Yeah, hoke up everything I seen, I bought Nigga, need a feature? Hit the CashApp Real recognize real, I never fuck with CashApp Know she wanna fuck, that's why she walkin' with her ass out Never give a hand, now you askin' for a handout Check down your man, Know you take the whole clan down, stand down, clown Spice on Givenchy, I'm in it I'm at the house and used to be linen (Used to be linen) Look at my page and say, "Dude, he be drippin'" (Dude, he be drip) Just like some thots, let that F.N. kiss you (Mwah) Call up my doctor, I need some prescriptions (I need) Talk like I'm proper, I'm really a menace (Really a menace) To be continued or truly be missed (Yeah), truly be missed Pour up, cool, great, I got ice on (Ice on), skate That's my dawgs in ninth grade, We gon' remain part-fate (Remain part-fate) He knew me since my take, maniac broad day (Maniac broad day) Yeah, got it always, Slatt Gotti, nigga, ain't got dawgs' place
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Amir Esmailian, Deamonte Kendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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