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I'm down in Memphis, My Glock got extensions My BM she trippin, she think im laid up with a mistress But really im trappin hard selling these Skittles I want a lot, i dont want just a little My bitches they bad and they very conceited My plug tried to tax me, im feeling mistreated I told my lil niggas to go head and eat 'em Lil mama say that she love me so deeply [?] That shit look creepy Bad bitch from South Beach, said she wanna please me Mixtape in 4 Hours this shit too easy Dreads and the beard got me looking like Jesus Sell you a bag of OG in some Yeezy's Just caught a play up a gotti, Shit Privé She love my pipe i be laying it down Walk in the kitchen and weigh up a pound Get face in the booth, cause it help me create I dont talk or debate, i just aim at your face Sorry lil shawty we can't go on dates Knew he was shiesty, it wrote on his face Push up on us thats a deadly mistake Just hit the Shell Fish and swiped for a plate Silverback money im just like a ape He called for a feature, he really want bags I did him verse and he purchased some bags Lil bih from V-Live she throwing that ass Yes i was destined to go get some cash So much hate inside yo heart why you mad at me Feel like a quarterback, hoes tryna tackle me Burning on Wedding Cake, defying gravity Went to the Bronx, im concealing my FN Yeah it might kill me but im pouring medicine Fly like a pelican, run up them racks Thats was my destiny, superstar OG I know that you smelling Do dirt alone cause these niggas might tell on me THC all in my browine This Snacking ain't regular yeah Shooting at all my competitors yeah CDB all in my body, im lifted They smell the shit that im smoking and walking All these blue hundred won't fit shoe boxes My lil niggas heartless they ain't got a conscience I grabbed that ass cause i ain't got no etiquette Burning on God's Gift, im feeling so heaven sent Went up to Jersey they said i was country But one thang they can't say is i ain't got money Ungh Secret compartment my Tahoe Quavo shit, im the head huncho Bad bitch and she from Morocco Juug in the Mouring, Alonzo You ain't tryna buy ain't no convo Source with the tree he Armenian He get it to me expediently He know a nigga be needing it She know a nigga be needing her My dick is wet i be feeding her I almost fucked up her femur Swipe her a purse with a Visa I never ever mistreat her Bally my headband and sneakers Yeaaah
Writer(s): Tavarez Akeem Graham, Tysen Bolding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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