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Bryson Lee Knox
Bryson Lee Knox
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I can not tell you the play (play) I can not give you the praise (praise) I might just give em the fade (ay) Get that shit outta the way (ya) I can not shoulder a bitch (bitch) I'm going hard for the click (yah) I know the type that will switch (ay) And I can not fuck wit a snitch Like you say it then you take it back No I ain't fuckin wit you (I won't) Like you stole it then you gave it back No I ain't fuckin wit you (hey) Don't say it's love when you ain't showing that No I ain't fuckin wit you I'll call you out before I call you back No I ain't fuckin wit you, bitch Lets not get carried away, I can not carry your weight You might get buried away, If I get too carried away (hmm) I can not show you the love, I can not give you the plug Ima just give the shrug, go 2 pac if hit em up (hey) You know I ain't fuckin wit them, I cant say nothing to them Bullets go straight through the benz (Doo doo doo doo) So I can not give it a chance (nah) Money team I am the champ (Money team) Money team shoutout the camp (Money team) We call em out in advance, I guess it was part of the plans (woo) Alotta y'all running in place (Runnin) Alotta y'all loosing the race I'll put you back into place (ya) Wont let em catch on a wave Im going harder today (today) I can not call it a day (chill) Fuck what the officers say (huh) We gotta solve it our way ya (Doo Doo doo) I can not tell you the play (play) I can not give you the praise (praise) I might just give em the fade (ay) Get that shit outta the way (ya) I can not shoulder a bitch (bitch) I'm going hard for the click (yah) I know the type that will switch And I can not fuck wit a snitch (blrrr) Like you say it then you take it back No I ain't fuckin wit you (I won't) Like you stole it then you gave it back No I ain't fuckin wit you (hey) Don't say it's love when you ain't showing that No I ain't fuckin wit you I'll call you out before I call you back No I ain't fuckin wit you, bitch Wo, wo, wo, wo I just ran the tax up Wo, wo, wo, wo On anyone who passed up Wo, wo, wo, wo Fell back let it stack up (let it stack) Wo, wo, wo, wo Now I got my tracks up Back in wit no back up It's funny how they brag huh Until I got my million dollars stay up out my path bruh Im the type to run the bank but rarely will I black out Watch me as a blast up get high until we pass out My rocket ship been taken off can't call this shit a battle (Can't call this shit no battle) I don't wanna break it off cuz nowadays they fragile (broke) Things are looking up and ain't got time for looking backwards I ain't say I'm looking past it I would rather let the facts sit I can not tell you the play (play) I can not give you the praise (praise) I might just give em the fade (ay) Get that shit outta the way (ya) I can not shoulder a bitch (bitch) I'm going hard for the click (yah) I know the type that will switch (ay) And I can not fuck wit a snitch Like you say it then you take it back No I ain't fuckin wit you (I won't) Like you stole it then you gave it back No I ain't fuckin wit you (hey) Don't say it's love when you ain't showing that No I ain't fuckin wit you I'll call you out before I call you back No I ain't fuckin wit you, bitch
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