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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, huh I got some bitches playin' with my time, though I got some niggas that be plottin' on my side hoes I got some paper but I get that all the time, yo I got some niggas tryna copy all my bars and flow I gotta keep it pretty simple for you simple niggas Bet he a lick, I got my iffy bitches lickin' niggas She let you fuck, she pulled up, bet it's gettin' litty, nigga You wear your fits, she tell me that you always sippin', nigga You gotta dick 'em down and get the money, boy Tell 'em, that you, that you gotta grind and get away, hey Never lookin' like a dummy boy Bet ya, bet ya, bet ya fuck around and lose your brain, bang Came in the game, ayy, horns with the fangs, ayy Highly insane but I'm boutta make 'em pay If you fuckin' with my name, then I gotta end ya day Ain't no feds gon' come lookin', but you know we won't stay Pew, pew, gone in the late night, outta sight Fuck her in the dark, I got her cummin', right Back to her nigga, she don't wanna leave Comin' for yo' top like a fuckin' weave Fresher than a Sunday on Easter, ayy Como se disse, hasta la vista Got a bitch in Russia, need a Visa I got a bitch in Czech, she tell me she a teacher, yeah Go cray, know that, aim high, KovaaK's Don't play, go back, we gon' make 'em go insane Go cray, know that, aim high, KovaaK's Don't play, go back, we gon' make 'em go insane
Writer(s): James Mcclary Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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