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Leondra Robinson
Leondra Robinson
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Niggas talkin' bout we outside this and we outside that (They lyin) But we don't ever see em (Never, ever) That's crazy (At all) Ha, It's Elliee Bitch look Don't hit my phone cause I will not answer I'm focused on money got no time for banter That little bitch talkin like she got no manners (What's that?) I pull up and light that hoe up like a lantern (Boom) They say they outside, well we ain't seen em My niggas move packs and serve shit like Serena I don't want that nigga Lil baby so keep him He all on my line really you should leave em (Bye) Pull up to the party hit my dance like I'm Sada (Huh) Pull up to homes and slap baby mommas (Watch out) Been tellin bitches they want zero problems Its all fun and games till they families in trauma (Oops) Bad lil bitch imma shake sumn (Shake sumn) Move with some goons they straight slum (Straight slum) No new friends only day ones (Ha) And we all got hands we don't need guns (Nope) Niggas ain't slime Really they snot They like how I speak I be stirrin the pot All that loud talkin and thinkin she hot (Kay) Got a blower for a bitch, it air out the block (Cool her off) No fakin' if we is not coo (Nah) If it's up then you know how we do (What we do?) Only tough when you out with ya crew (Okay) If you outside then hop off the stoop (Ha, Ha) Hop off the stoop (Ha, Ha) (Lil bitch hop off the stoop) Come hop off the stoop (Ha, Ha) (Lil bitch hop off the stoop) Come hop off the stoop (Ha, ha) Little bitch hop off the stoop We want ya bands, ya cheese, ya loot Don't test the gang we all gone shoot Can't stand a nigga like I'm David Duke (Ugh) And I'm sonnin these bitches like they was luke If I draw a line, don't cross it (Nah) Cause then it's no talkin' (Nope) Just send you up to God Look now you skywalkin Lil Bitch They like what I got but won't take it I got niggas mad cause they can't see me naked And this is real drip bitch why would I fake it Said this is real drip bitch why would I fake it (Like what?) Sendin off shots like its game day (Swish) Call up Lil shorty tell her I want a treway (What you on?) I was out workin and they was on vacay Hopped in a bag give a fuck bout what they say (Stupid) (Bitch) Workin to be on the Forbes list Get what I want cause I'm smart and I'm gorgeous (Mwauh) My time is money and you can't afford it Bitch you my seed, I should've aborted (Scrapped) And I hate a bitch that think she scary Pull up to the jig, leave her lookin like Carrie (Boo) Hoes ask where I'm at like my name perry (Dude where's Perry?) So imma pull up you don't even gotta dare me Bitch get a clue Glock under the seat leave yo lace front askew (Woah) You sittin there chattin bout what you gone do You say you outside then hop off the stoop (Come hop off the stoop) Come hop off (That's cool) Don't make me pop off (Ha) Hop off the stoop Hop off the stoop (Ha) Come hop off the stoop Cheese, yo bands, yo loot You say you outside then hop off the stoop Lil bitch
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