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Woah Shh, woah Uh, woah Uh, yeah Woah, woah Uh, uh Yeah Trick me a bitch just like Cat in the Hat Jump out the whip with the strap in the bag Charged up like I got a battery pack Play with your life, put a pole on your ass Play with that life, send some shots and some more Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done trolled Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done told Fuckin' on your friend, I'm like, "How did you know?" If rap don't work, put the trap in a choke But this shit gon' work, I already know Clean a nigga up, used to serve him some soap Mama was mad, I was servin' the dope Mama tried to tell me, "Keep prayin', keep hope" Tryna tell me, "Gotta go to sleep," he woke Who gon' pay the bills when they sayin' we owe? I gotta hit the block, gotta sell O's I don't wanna go back to servin', uh I don't wanna go back to public housing Fuckin' his bitch, nigga, that's ours Fuckin' my bitch, that lil' bitch is ours You can't fuck my ho, I just be clownin' I got them M's, go ask my accountant Stickin' it in, woo, I'm drownin' Fuck her for ten minutes, can't do an hour Fuck both my bitches and don't take a shower It's that time of month, so we fuck on the towel First you get money and then get the power Fuck on her good, her lil' body start sproutin' You got them hoes, it's like fifty and counting Ain't hit my peak, but I'm top of the mountain Way too big, make the hoes reroute it The most I'ma pay for some pussy is a thousand You lost your ho, you know I found her She keep talkin' back, you know I'ma ground her I'm trappin' that fish, ain't talkin' flounder Beat a nigga ass like Ronda Rousey Whoop a nigga ass like Roy Jones Jr Lose that nigga, baby girl, he a loser Trick me a bitch just like Cat in the Hat Jump out the whip with the strap in the bag Charged up like I got a battery pack Play with your life, put a pole on your ass Play with that life, send some shots and some more Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done trolled Switch out the tag 'cause that boy there done told Fuckin' on your friend, I'm like, "How did you know?" If rap don't work, put the trap in a choke But this shit gon' work, I already know Clean a nigga up, used to serve him some soap Mama was mad, I was servin' the dope Mama tried to tell me, "Keep prayin', keep hope" Tryna tell me, "Gotta go to sleep," he woke Who gon' pay the bills when they sayin' we owe? I gotta hit the block, gotta sell O's
Writer(s): Rai Shaun Devante Williams, Jalen Foster, Brian Christopher Roke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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