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Address, he slipped up, I got his address That boy think he slick I caught him lacking on the mattress His baby mama think he still around, that shit is tragic Know she ain't finna like when she open up that package No, lil' bitch, I'on play bout that shit If you really think you about it, I can show how you get hit Bitch, I really been about it, I know how to work that stick Yo' bitch know how to work the dick Yo' moms know how to work that dick I swear I ain't lying bout that shit If he wit' it, get his head cut off I'ma sic that lil' bitch, 'cause I ride wit' my dogs And I'm slick, in yo' crib, I live right in the walls And if it's blood to be spilled, then I might get involved If he wit' it, get his head cut off I'ma sic that lil' bitch, 'cause I ride wit' my dogs And I'm slick, in yo' crib, I live right in the walls And if it's blood to be spilled, then I might get involved Yeah, I might get involved Lil' bitch, I'm on call Four of us deep, in the Caddy Then they gone You can't drop me if you tried to Pussy, I'on like you If I want you dead, then you'd be dead Lil' bitch, I might move In wit' yo' ho, in that Benz wit' yo' ho You play pretend wit' yo' ho Leave you dead wit' yo' ho Put some lead in them hoes Is they dead? I'on know But if they dead, then we ready Ho, it's up, we on go If he wit' it, get his head cut off I'ma sic that lil' bitch, 'cause I ride wit' my dogs And I'm slick, in yo' crib, I live right in the walls And if it's blood to be spilled, then I might get involved Too slow off the drank, I caught him lacking Now he dead as a bitch Fuck all them questions quit asking 'Cause you ain't getting shit Yeah, fuck 12, fuck the courthouse, fuck the law Tell 'em get off of my dick Mane, fuck all them hoes that said they love me Swear they ain't getting shit
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