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How the fuck a nigga gon' try tell me Bout the motherfucking ice that I'm rocking 'Bout the motherfucking bitches that I'm fucking And, sucking and putting them in a bucket then Beat that pussy up like it's the twelfth round Up in niggas towns with my zoe pounds I don't go around since it come around Wet diamonds in my mouth if I kiss her she drown If I leave a nigga white T-Shirt red It'll be a peppermint or a baseball nigga I know they sick and tired of hearing bout my jewellery but if it fall On the ground yeah you might just slip and fall nigga She a shark she like a jaws nigga Your bitch says she wants a tall nigga You are one midget you too small nigga She suck my dick and rub my balls nigga Big money over here, man Still active don't let me show all my skills man Yeah my jeans they blue dolphin not no SEALs man I run up money run up gold like a pilgrim Nigga how the hell you gon' tell me what's mine? I remember on the block I was serving them dimes Yeah, how the hell you gon' tell me what's mine? And them boys they had no dope I was selling you mine How the hell you gon' tell me what's mine? Little nigga go ahead tell me what's all on your mind Yeah, all on your mind, yeah Nigga, big plans on my mind nigga Nigga, Catch these ones like the swine nigga Nigga, you be cuffing with no ties nigga Twin dimes and they mine, fold em like a pork rind I know bloods that rock burgundy, no wine Told that nigga best believe imma stay one round In the back of the car screaming YSL hold it down Yeah, hold it down till he come back off on an appeal That's the real deal Imma eat that pussy down then imma roll up some kush straight out the fields I told her straight to her face if she don't do it I know someone that will You know the deal I don't want to drink no lean with these niggas if it's not double sealed And that's the real Nigga big B balling no budget And my car is rare like a mullet I've seen this bitch from up the stairs she ain't ugly Bitches bome up to my room and they get slutty Bitches ball me Jeff and the F stand for fuck it One more time for my jewellery, yes is flooded Take that dick up out her coochie, then I butt it All these niggas with me blooded, like we cutted Nigga how the hell you gon' tell me what's mine? I remember on the block I was serving them dimes Yeah, how the hell you gon' tell me what's mine? And them boys they had no dope I was selling you mine How the hell you gon' tell me what's mine? Little nigga go ahead tell me what's all on your mind Yeah, all on your mind, yeah
Writer(s): Julee Cruise, Dmitry Brill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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