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Yeah Talk to me See this day and age, these young niggas getting paid Wrist clear, Sprite, yuh Mike Tyson bite, yuh Cup real dirty, yuh Motorcross bike, yuh We don't fist fight Chopper real life Double seal tight Detroit got me right Piccolo green it's millions, and the old money got mildew Kick her out cause she keep filming They calling me Bob the Builder Quavo Paul Pierce em', whip a ball, Wilson Put my all in that bowl, put my all in it I want all my dogs to win it I want all my dogs to win it Remember my dog was sentenced (no, no) I ain't gon' take it back to thebeginning Just get in the Benz and sit in (Talk to em'!) C'mon (Ay!) (Get in there!) (Chill!) (C'mon!) Standing in the trap, been a long day Thinking bout putting insurance on my wrist and AK Mama tired, daddy died, ain't no Real Housewives Now it's no more crying, cause we upper echelon I can make a Tuesday, go up like a Saturday Don't play where you fools play, you must be from out of state Molly yo girl dinner plate, you take her on dinner dates Dabbing in Raf Simmons yeah I dress the huncho everyday Ricki Lake, wrapped up, came from Kuwait Everyday, everyday, young nigga looking for bae Got a bitch on Jimmy and she do whatever huncho say Her boyfriend wanna be me cause I keep that shit the gangster way I got to put you down Ay man, these niggas goin' out sad I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad Naw, 'specially bout that bitch I'm not goin' out sad 'Specially bout that bitch I can't go out sad 'Specially bout that bitch (Offset!) Not bout the bitch, naw, not bout the bitch She call just for the dick Aw, lord, don't say this your bitch I'm young and rich But I can strong arm a brick I heard you was born a bitch Rick Owens they cost your rent Pay up, straight up John Wick got to put the K up I'mma smash ya but we don't lay up I'mma bachelor get ya weight up Throw the north, bitch you know where we from Think it's sweet and we pull out a drum You can be rich and a bum I want it all, not some She fucking for fame, for sumn I think she came for money I swear I ain't hurting for nothing So I just gave the money Hoes in my house like Hugh Heffner But I'mma slay the bunnies She goin' insane, she talk' bout mymain quit sayin' my name lil' mama I got to put you down Ay man, these niggas goin' out sad I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad Naw, 'specially bout that bitch I'm not goin' out sad 'Specially bout that bitch I can't go out sad 'Specially bout that bitch (Takeoff!) I can't, go out, sad about no bitch Who me? Takeoff never mad about no bitch Depressed need to get some off my chest, ain't stressed about that bitch She let, me nut on her chest, you still arrest that bitch Bad, yeah lil' mama bad, you let her get the Jag and crash That's goin' out sad You took on her on a date with dad The question is boy did you smash? Been strong week and a half, and everything you get to get a bitch have (tricked you) Aw man, goddamn, these niggas goin' out sad Wifin' ho's up, there's not one nigga the hood done been had Smash, cuff, but you can pass, ignore but can't erase the past If she fool you once, shame on her, if she fool you twice it's yo ass I got to put you down Ay man, these niggas goin' out sad I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad Naw, 'specially bout that bitch I'm not goin' out sad 'Specially bout that bitch I can't go out sad 'Specially bout that bitch
Writer(s): Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kirsnick Khari Ball Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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