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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Delquan Marcel Weeks
Delquan Marcel Weeks
Songwriter

歌詞

Come on man, yeah
It's TwoFace
They ain't think they was gonna get it
Fuck you thought this was (getCuddy)
Fuck
Uh SDMg mane!
I aint backing down
I ain't backing down
I ain't Im Saying
I ain't back down from nothing
Man fuck these **** man
I'm in my lane with it, so **** back down
Yeah, type a **** blow your back out
What I'm saying **** I'm strapped now,
For these hoes **** I'm back now,
I think I'm chosen to tear they back out,
They pumping veins up in the trap house,
You said you know about that trap house,
But you don't know what that trap bout,
Don't talk about that life, mmhh
If you ain't try and live it, mmhh
If you ain't try and get it,
I said my style is different, **** be hating the way I kick it,
Fuck the wildest bitches, pushing they pussy up in the window,
I can't follow ****, everything I do is what a man do,
No fair of **** step in my way, you get handle,
Say what I mean, mean what I say, man action speak,
**** talking like they got it, but most of these **** weak,
I've been balling out of pocket, been shooting for like a week,
**** fags hang with a mob, I'm with the cheeks,
Get in your bed, you try to talk, and I don't speak,
You **** mad, you think they don't, but they see yeah,
I see you man, I see, I see y'all **** man, I been seeing y'all ****
Like I see you watching me, ain't nothing you can do to try and stop me,
Huh, skinny **** I'll mop you, hit just like Rocky,
Hit him with that brick just like Deebo,
**** ego so cocky, I don't talk about no math,
How you gon' say that bag ain't come with that bag?
And that bag ain't come with that bag, in it (SDMg),
**** stay talking that savage shit, huh, hey,
I'm Getting money, no average shit, huh,
She don't wanna talk, she just grab the dick,
Uh, fuck, she think I don't wanna drive, just crash the whip,
I stay pushing 160 when I'm passing shit,
And this bitch keep calling my phone, I'm with another bitch, I'm like, yo man, you know what it is,
It's the type of time I'm on, bitch I'm with your bitch,
Man, I hate me a selfish bitch that don't wanna share no dick,
Nah, fuck a baby boy bitch, I'm plugging shit,
Got a couple clips on me, I'm trying to hug the strip,
Try to extort the kid, but ****, I'ma thug this shit,
Told you ain't no talking kid, cause ****, I ain't no pup n shit,
I stay gripping a ****, bitch, on some humping shit,
Next time you see me, man, I swear you gon' wanna jump a ****,
I see that envy in your eyes,That's why I don't fuck with ****,
Well get in line like 6ix9ine, can't touch a ****,
Put it on mine **** fine, they can't fuck with ****,
Now let's talk DeeDee, even know my baby mom, she don't fuck with a ****
Dare a ****, try n try, then it's up on a ****,
And just cause the relationship good, I don't gotta fuck with the ****,
Long as I don't see him in my hood, I won't say what's up to the ****,
This real shit, I don't give a fuck about what's going on,
Anything that they be talking about, man, ain't till it's wrong,
And I'ma keep doing this like I'm doing songs, and I'ma keep going on, and on, and on, and on
Written by: Delquan Marcel Weeks
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