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Enrgy made this one How do you do? Lunch Crew Look Baby, I'm a savage I got some shooters that'll cook a nigga cabbage My daddy didn't marry my mama, so it turned me to a bastard Only nigga feed the homeless and don't claim it on his taxes Corona fucking up the bag, it got the streets rumblin' I'm serving niggas drywall, I had to P somethin' She suck a lot of dick, I can tell 'cause her knees ugly Shawn scooped me in the Lam', dawg, this nigga tryna be funny Tuh, the fuck? I can't fuckin' fit I'm not R. Kelly, don't touch kids, I'm tryna touch a brick I'm not talkin' gang shit when I say I gotta drop a six I fuck on TikTok, not PornHub 'cause I be nuttin' quick Holy Moly Donut Shop, sir, hold the flies I see Whoopi Goldberg naked when I close my eyes That's not dog shit, big unc', you got a lot of fives I fuck ugly bitches like a nigga that ran out of dimes I think I'm ready to jump out the window I wonder what Big Sean was sippin'? Thought my bitch stole my money, beat her ass, my mind was trippin' So she packed her shit and left and said she fuckin' tired of niggas Oh fuck, shit, wait, let me step right I beat my meat before she come, I had to prep right I cut my white bitch off 'cause she was nasty, how you get lice? My baby mama left me and she got my kids a step-dyke She think all fat niggas trick, she better call Jerome Snyder gave us poisoned water, but we call it home I dissed my pops, but I pray he leave that crack alone I did a song with Teejay, the feds tapped my phone Fell off a couple times, but I been that nigga I can't suck my bitch titty 'cause her nipple sensitive Sent her straight to Dr. Miami to get her titties bigger Twitter nigga said he want a brick, I sold him kitty litter Hachoo, oh Lord, I don't got corona My brother ran off on the plug, but I don't condone it Bunch of young thugs runnin' with me, but they not no stoners Big, big Glock stickin' out my pants, bitch, it's not a boner I got a job, but I can still get the 'bows off I love my baby mama, but I'll never cut the hoes off She suck the dick so good, I look down and my toes lost I'm fat, so when I fuck a bitch, I never take my clothes off I gotta shit, get the fuck out of my face, Stanley They only call when they want something, make me hate family I give it to 'em, but to hide the pain, bitch, I take Xannies I put a hit on Sada 'cause this nigga tried to outdance me Just got back from the beach, she was out tanning If I don't got a pound on it, then I can't land it I just pushed one button and the car vanished Good guy, but a couple girls can't stand me Hit her up, she was in her bra and her panties Got hella high and ate all the food out her pantry No, I don't apologize, this ain't no bandage Not a speck on my car, it got no damage Know I started off small, now I got G.O.A.T. status Tell the bitch to fuck up, never go backwards Tell her get her money up if she know actors Twenty girls on the boat, it's for sure crackin' Like the movies in the '90s, I get more action From the 'Burgh where it's grimy, so it's no lackin' Wanna get your money up? You gotta move different Saturdays, I'm smokin' weed with the roof missin' I can't trust no bitch If she ain't down to go and get her own shit Eatin' lunch, takin' pictures by the ocean Quit telling me that I'm that nigga, bitch, I know it Asked me how I got all this weed, bitch, I grow it Introduced you to a pound, now you need to blow it Lotta game and some grown folks' conversation Let a bitch choose, I don't use manipulation One night get you right up out your situation Never catch me off-guard 'cause I anticipate it 'Bout a million dollars, then my dawgs participatin' Signin' off, the realest nigga of our generation
Writer(s): Tyree Thomas, Marlon Lafayette Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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