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I can't fuck a lame nigga Put some diamonds on your teeth so you can give me brain nigga Count a check and fuck me next, I'm hanging with the same niggas You can't even handle bitches, we are not the same nigga Nice smile, pretty face, I cum He like the way I taste Never force it on a nigga, backwood's how I start the day You a pussy, you a rookie, I can see it in your face Gangster bitch, but I'm a freak He fell in love, I ain't amazed Asian Doll, Young Carti I'm tryna fuck, but hardly He liking all my pictures, got these lame niggas salty Told that bitch to catch up, she be geeking on a Molly Lately I've been wasted, ride my boat and go to Charlie's Damn I'm geeking I be taxing for a feature She be fucking for a feature These niggas they real good leechers Grab my hair it's thirty inches, skinny bitch that like it deeper Same goals, road to riches Doing drill, but I ain't snitching, yeah But I ain't backing out, smoke you like a black and mild Free 600 Breezy, he the first to eat my cookie out I don't understand what all the cap about you Mickey Mouse Man it's all the bullshit, bitches talking, I be living proud I can't fuck a lame nigga Put some diamonds on your teeth so you can give me brain nigga Count a check and fuck me next, I'm hanging with the same niggas You can't even handle bitches, we are not the same nigga Uzi vert, oou I'ma skrt Prada purse and I'm a flirt Pop the trunk like it's my cherry, leave your bitch ass in the dirt Lying nigga, playing stupid, I'm not your hoe so I don't care Creeping on the dick, he going swimming now my stomach hurt Take my skirt off, school swag make a nigga work Text him, "Baby you gon' give me neck till I'ma fart" He put his all in me, cause I'm the bitch to do it first Apologize for what? I'm crazy grew up like the purge Fuck you thought nigga? Fuck with me it cost, nigga Asian Doll the boss, nigga Me me and Young Dolph, nigga Philly nigga on his bike, he pop a wheelie in it Chasing all the milly only fucking with saddity bitches You need a slut, what? I'ma let you cuff some When they get too comfortable, is when I gotta cut them You need a slut, what? I'ma let you cuff some When they get too comfortable, is when I gotta cut 'em You need a slut, what? Almost let you cuff some When they get too comfortable, is when you gotta cut 'em Gang! Scissors
Writer(s): Misharron Allen, Taylor Banks, Joel Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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