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raejahnae sky utley
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Hoes like to hop on lil beats get to Rapping and capping
Nah baby let's stick to the facts
You ain't really taxing these niggas And hanging with killas
You beg and get dick hoe relax
2 in the morning you all in the club
Shaking ass trynna bag you a nigga That rap
Man you ain't fuck nigga free you a Thot
Give it up
My niggas carrying glocks
Glizzy tucked
I need the backend before i walk in
Know i don't play bout the
Paper
Nigga wanna see me i told him it Cost fa to look
He ain't with it i said see u later
Niggas ain't balling they ass on a Budget
Why when they ask to link up I'm Reluctant
I'm big to these lil bitty hoes they Be loving
Having my way in the city
Fat ass and I'm pretty
Could take yo lil hoe but i doesn't
Back to the basics
I'm feeling quando
Say he a gangsta tf did he run fo?
Must ain't want that lil tag on his Big toe
Big toe on a nigga wit big feet
Type to step on a nigga wit big Sneaks
Yelling out DOA, but ain't Catching no bodies
They inna house hiding
We sliding and coming bout 8 Deep
Where the bands at?
Where ya mans at?
Fuc it run me dem pockets
Cool on a hoe like a fan she be Watching
Kno not to play or we poppin ya Noggin
Claiming he hard, James show me you hard den
I need the keys to ya car and ya Card pin
Ricky! That nigga got hit from The backend
Took all his bows and We told him To tap in
Damn
I'm breaking hoes like a KitKat
She working where ever the licks At
Blaze need a 10, bitch bring him a 10 bac
She brought a 20 Ouu shawty ass With that
Damn
He telling me I'm sum pressure
I seen all the bread in his Tesla Told my lil patna the mission put Him in position
Then all his lil motion went Missing
Damn
I'm on nawf it get Knasty
Presidential I'm all in the backseat
She saving bread that I spent in the
Past week
Bitch I'm a boss and she play like She classy
Nigga got all typa hoes in his Phone
And lying bout just wanting me
Its two things ion see a turtle with Speed
And a nigga I'll ever believe
It's cool when they do it
It's a problem when I do it
Fuc em
You ain't nobody to lie to
Or somebody to stress bout
Man you a sucka (Clown)
Bitch I'm the blueprint and the Map
Cuz all these hoes do is copy and Follow
He ate me up talking slurped it and Swallowed
Come get ya nigga when we leave the mall hoe
Writer(s): Raejahnae Utley
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