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I'm the topic Only cash and condoms in my pockets This flow look worried about the profits? Winston straight wins for the college Free fall from the stands Freaky stories from a friend of a friend War stories i'm the man i'm the man Niggas get Brody'd on their Homeland TMT on the lid Niggas spend they whole life tryna learn how to live Bullshit you could keep that Young nigga pull the trigga like a relapse My ex ting was a wild child naked Family had enough to buy the lakers Her rents had the "get it all" syndrome She was just a beautiful victim Touchdown Thats six Touchdown Thats six Touchdown Thats six Touchdown Thats six I gotta keep the dirty talk for the work cell Fuck boys talk like church bells I'm looking for the slay-stress Every bitch here is a suspect Make the pussy go crazy as hell Cause i fuck like im fresh outta jail I got the code but the shit ain't for sale Cocaine don't come in the mail She work like Mrs. Carter do so everyones her enemy I'm like These bitches Have secrets but no mystery She want to be rich but her heart is too poor She need security so much it make her insecure Damn Touchdown Thats six Touchdown Thats six Touchdown Thats six Touchdown Thats six I'm crazy ferina, if she aint the one I'll take you to meet her, that girl is a gun Bang Bang Bang All she know kill these bitches kill theses slay until the time is out Bang Bang Bang Say she on her paper cause never trying to hear what being broke about I'm crazy ferina, if she aint the one I'll take you to meet her, that girl is a gun Bang Bang Bang (Dat dat dat) Bang Bang Bang And if i cash out She got a ass like she could be the breadwinner Touchdown Thats six Touchdown Thats six Touchdown Thats six Touchdown Thats six
Writer(s): Jahvon Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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