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Yeah Yo bitch finally left, you all boo hoo Aye I know you love her pussy, cause we do too Cali crud, get it through the mail like blue's clues Acting tough, get yo chain snatched like New New I don't want to bitch, I text her rat ass every blue moon Nigga if it's money on the floor then I'm a push broom You won't can't me hanging round no nigga, unless he knew Reub Yeah fuck yo brother RIP my baby, gone too soon How ironic She gave the draws for the free ball Had to get these P's off, so they won't turn the heat off Aye bitch we eating, got more slides than a play place Call Dom, finna go get high, like the 8th grade Blowed as hell, talking that code on Jpay Aye Tryna get my cake up like it's a rain day Aye Got that 40 on me, like straight A's Chase a nigga with this big bitch, like he Dae Dae Aye Bitch don't call me by my government You don't get them privileges like my other bitch Aye If I didn't fuck a bitch, Monty fucked the bitch Draco sitting in the corner, it's on punishment Look I don't care how bad you is, this how I judge a bitch Aye Fuck yo pussy, is you real And can you suck a dick Aye So my card don't spike, I gotta punch this shit Let this choppa off, watch y'all fall like the London Bridge Can't hang around new niggas, all this dirt I did Cause I don't know who niggas might want revenge You can die strapless, it's all about who get the upper hand Knock a nigga wig off like Juwanna Mann Aye Fuck clothes, I only pack bitcoins On the phone with Amazon, using my white man voice Light yo block up Merry Christmas, we got big toys Put some bread on a nigga head like big boys Aye Online shopping with yo bitch, in the Uber blowed Pump was only $10, but it's going through fasho Yeah Leave a rapper in a bag like a tootsie roll Drop it on yo head like the colts winning the super bowl Aye Smokin Texas tripping in the studio Still doing fraud, hit the mall, I need 2 of those Niggas only hard when that heat on them like cookie dough Catch em lacking, I feel bad cause G do the most Aye Strapped in yo city, put some tap in All these punches, all these slides, feel like Jack Chin Who you shoot, you ain't got no bodies, you like Pac-Man Fuck a bitch, write a book about it, like the best man My bitch punch more than me, she find the best bands Because of her, the store by me, don't take Netspend I fell off a hunnid times tryna stack ten But I'm a made man like Jeffery off Fresh Prince Out at KY with Tee, man they love my accent Out in the O, just met Rose for a cash flip Facts bitch, I just sold a dream to a rat bitch I bust and I'm a whole different person, I'm a catfish Aye Bitch don't call me by my government You don't get them privileges like my other bitch Aye If I didn't fuck a bitch, Monty fucked the bitch Draco sitting in the corner, it's on punishment Look I don't care how bad you is, this how I judge a bitch Aye Fuck yo pussy, is you real And can you suck a dick Aye So my card on spike, I gotta punt this shit Let this choppa off, watch y'all fall like the London Bridge
Writer(s): Darius Johnson, Marc Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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