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Yeah, ya dig what I'm saying? Reporting live from Open outtatation yeah SSETLIFE Ya'll ready to die? Ya dig Big flex, y'all niggas know they can't test that Posted on the block with the FN Chop a nigga soul, with the FN (Yuh, ayy) Red flags, fuck nigga know he can't test that Whipping in the Mazi gotta flex that Whipping in an Audi gotta stretch that Yeah, uhh, break that bitch whole like a Kitkat Lil bitch say she can't take dick Lil bitch say she can't take that I'm off the drank, where the tec at? Hunnit band, hunnit band get it And a nigga walk around with it Look up in the sky, that griffin (SSET!) Nigga want beef lets get it (Lets get it) Ouu, I pour a six in the crush it's a must Smoke on a backwood, that shit full of must I just went fucked up and turned it to lust Tell that bitch, suck that dick, you cannot rush Tell that bitch suck on that dick with no rubber Ayy, yeah I lay that dick down with that bitch under covers I'm the king kiss the crown the raw penis get snuggled Yeah my bitch put it down and that pussy get smuggled I pull up like, VV's, I hope these niggas see me Ratchet bitch, now she wanna eat me She say she saw me on TV She know I feed her that PP White bitch, she go and buy DD's She ride on that dick like a CZ Black panther, Wakanda my pinky, ya dig me Play that hoe heart like a harp My bullets sharper than darts Kush it be loud like a fart I got that iron like my name Tony Stark Hunnit band, hunnit band get it Running like the gingerbread with it Nigga wanna be like griffin Nigga want beef, lets get it Hunnit band, hunnit band get it Running like the gingerbread with it Nigga wanna be like griffin Nigga want beef, lets get it Okay, ya dig Dig that, ya dig? On god, hill Huh, huh
Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Jimmy Duval, Isaiah Rivera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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