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Katrina ain't 'bout shit, that nigga sing, he ain't gon' flip out Feed a nigga this choppa 'til it click, then switch the clip out She gon' suck my dick, but I ain't finna eat that bitch out Rucci told a nigga "Light it up", I broke my wrist out PJ house look like Sweetwater, all these drumsticks Niggas talkin' 'bout he Nick Cannon, he ain't gon' drum shit Dumb bitch keep steppin' on my shoes, I'ma trip her ass Heard around town she was a hoe, better come get her ass Been told you hoes I was dumb, you ain't believe, niggas Hollow tips put him on his period, I bleed, niggas SK, he cut through your chest, how you gon' breathe, nigga? That tough shit gon' get you niggas killed, you ain't Creed, nigga Actin' like you tough, I'm finna put you on the scene, nigga Arjay lookin' at me like, I thought you was gon' sing, nigga I be blowin' bags, I love Barneys, I'm a fiend, nigga Big timer, feel like Mannie Fresh, I bling bling, nigga (RJ on this beat) This one for my daddy, 'cause he so Oris street, nigga I got killers with me from the Shaw down to Peach, nigga I got killers with me from the north and the east, nigga How he good in every hood, in Watts, and they beef, nigga Call the FN Diana Ross, 'cause she reach, niggas Niggas talkin' 'bout he want a fade, I got bleach, nigga Substitute your dumbass son, like I teach, niggas You gon' get your stupid ass robbed, tryna preach, nigga Balenciagas, Ice Cream Hoodie, did he reach, nigga My bitch a Backwoods, your bitch a Swisher Sweet, nigga And your baby mama eatin' dick, at my Airbnb, nigga Dead homies, she said I'm the realest she done seen, nigga I'm that young nigga with the jacket on, the diamond chains Bitches on my frame, I could fuck, ain't gotta know her name I get all these little bitches wet, I think I'm Aquaman I gotta lot bands if you gonna shake somethin', bitch pop it then I ain't playin' with no nigga, it's 2019 I was fuckin' hoes, when they nay up in my white tee I'm a hoe, so don't none of my niggas bitches like me Half these bitches be the side nigga, they just like me Right back on the fuck shit, I ain't fuckin' with no fuck niggas I do all my dirt, all by my lonely, I don't trust niggas Delta Gang, catch me on the block, I'm with my good peoples We got AR's, FN's, and we got Desert Eagles Bonez 'bout to drop, that's my dog like a fuckin' beagle I'm high as fuck, I feel it in the air, I think I'm Beanie Sigel Y'all be fuckin' High School bitches, ooh, you R Kelly Talkin' 'bout you call her Lil Ceasers, 'cause she Hot 'N' Ready Bitch
Writer(s): Robert Dickson, Kalanfrfr Kalanfrfr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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