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Tyson Sybateli
Tyson Sybateli
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Thabiso Moya
Thabiso Moya
Lyrics
Murillo Steven John III
Murillo Steven John III
Composer
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$teev
$teev
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We dont bump your shit when bitches round nigga Bump my shit when your bitch is around nigga Got this snake tatted, I know your bitch aroused nigga Ehjo forreal you shoulda stayed inside the house nigga Fuck it I had fallouts Said fuck it going all out My Business all in your mouth G of the south Fuck it might pee on the couch I was young,drunk and stupid Phone calls got me like Lucious Sending hits for family sake And pray it sticks so family rakes How my pastures more green Past work not seen Ex girl more mean Thick bitch flat out face falling on D Team clicks, more vibes, that's more for the team These links brought hype, more Maga then 'zines Red hat still sings ahh Lets just make pussy great Grates my teeth I got involved in beef for homies sake Swear I got more than it takes But I'm still fist fighting from a early grave and out The proof is in the pudding I cater no self doubt I'm cheffing like Omar Gooding for big O's to account Life's exactly how it's spose to be everythings panning out This cold dish of revenge I'm serving is on the house Listen Lord Jesus guide my haters to careers24 My hating could be yours My faith is for awards My lane is not on Fours My plane is landing more My Dame is dashing bitch bad like Ukraine at war Lord willing this rock between a hard place Gets slapped like a Oscar stage Acting up in all ways Bold of you to not say That I'm the male beyonce This whole globe is my stage I came home to Fridays That's Ice cubes on cubes in my Seattle purchased lattes Y'all in the grass but I'm snake I'm slipping into my phase My best form I'm front page Im bully bashing Buttons for the magic On that hot shit Got the block lit Niggas talk shit Get the block list Fuck a thot bitch They are not this They can't cop this They are not rich This the standard Where your manners Had to handle all my demons by they antlers Really ducking crabs we never messed with cancer If you the homie you can go and put ya hand up
Writer(s): Thabiso Moya, Murillo Steven John Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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