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You ain't fuck me good until I ran up my money They only call my phone when they Want somethin' I told twin I wasn't gon' shoot, I went to dumpin' I told my mama in that dark when I was young, I seen somethin' Exotic in my lung, hotbox in car, I don't think I can (breathe) I ain't forgot about nothin' I still don't want that boy to (breathe) She said, "Noodah, hold on, let me catch my breath", just (breathe) Seen a nigga get hit with that blick That shit had made me soft-spoken Not enough bitches suckin' dick and always got they mouth open Noodah, get your shit together or your career is all over Say them bullets didn't hit him, he must've had four-leaf clover She ain't tell you, we was fuckin'? My bad, twin, she should've told you Glock-10 can kill bears, I know this bitch gon' fold a human Watch you say hatin' shit in a laughin' way, they got a sense of humor I'ma smoke a blunt of exotic, while she fuck me to my music You ain't fuck me good until I ran up my money They only call my phone when they Want somethin' I told twin I wasn't gon' shoot, I went to dumpin' I told my mama in that dark when I was young, I seen somethin' Exotic in my lung, hotbox in car, I don't think I can (breathe) I ain't forgot about nothin' I still don't want that boy to (breathe) She said, "Noodah, hold on, let me catch my breath", just (breathe) Breathe Ah, beat it up, baby, you is nasty Freak, kinda classy Pussy good, she's sassy And she got on Lanvin Expensive habit, bad bitch Too piped for the average, and don't play games like Madden I won't cuff that bitch if she can't hold it down for gangsters Yeah, that last year had me hot Bro, hopped out shootin' that bitch with anger Can't believe that you got robbed Went to court, and point your finger I'm the teacher, call your mama, get your child, I'm finna spank 'em You ain't fuck me good until I ran up my money They only call my phone when they Want somethin' I told twin I wasn't gon' shoot, I went to dumpin' I told my mama in that dark when I was young, I seen somethin' Exotic in my lung, hotbox in car, I don't think I can (breathe) I ain't forgot about nothin' I still don't want that boy to (breathe) She said, "Noodah, hold on, let me catch my breath", just (breathe) Breathe
Writer(s): Choolwe Siamubotu, Chichi Ngandu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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