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Great John on the beat, by the way (Look, look) look, I'm a young nigga Boss winnin', pockets full of rubber bands Bitches see me, get to forgettin' that they got a man Heartbreaker, Glock on my hip, don't make me up again Glock on my hip, don't make me, look, huh Flexin', why you flexin', nigga? Huh Bitch, this chopper on my hip turn you dyslexic, nigga I ain't playin', think I'm playin'? Get to wettin' shit up I'ma chill, I see some ladies that might have my baby, huh Bitch, huh, spent a hunnid on my necklace, nigga You reach for it, you gon' die, bitch, come and test me, nigga Yeah, we ballin', we been ballin' on those freaky hoes Shawty nasty when shе suck me, make me curl my toеs Look, I ain't no salty nigga, I know she gon' choose, huh But catch you with my bitch, look, you better move, huh Yeah, I like to knuckle up but bro-bro love to shoot Every day the first of April 'cause we gon' act a fool, huh Said this shit before, I'll say this shit again, huh Bitch, we makin' money, don't need to make no friends It's just me and my dawgs, we will send this bitch up Please don't flex, I'll make a corner, they will bend this bitch up Look, then I start some shit, look, then I start some shit Came and took it lit, don't make me up my stick, look Then I start some shit, look, came and took it lit Came and took it lit, nigga, don't make me up my stick, look Tell all them dark skins, brown skins, the light skins, "I love 'em," ooh Look, she got a man but say she love me too, huh Shorty got that bomb, look We gon' hit the mall after, get her what she want Then I'm in the box like FedEx, done made her take my pinky ring Supposed to be a player, I done fell in love with my sneaky link Happens to the best of us, a nigga fucked my bitch At the time I had like four of 'em, just scratch one off my list, look I done bent a few blocks, I just bought some new chops I just spent 250 up in jewels, I call it moon rocks I can't fuck with yes men copyin' the next man This a wrist so pretty, I might have to pick a best man Niggas gettin' smoked for this shit, huh, toast for this shit, huh Shots run up his back, watch him roll over and shit Look, they thought that I switch 'cause I got famous and rich, look 'Member I got cut, the opps was all in a spliff, look Toke a body, toke a body, huh Not fuckin' with the talkin', if we catch him, we white chalkin' Bodies have them niggas cryin', look, give that boy a hug, look Ain't gon' be no diss tracks, come get it back in blood, huh Then I start some shit, huh, then I start some shit Came and took it lit, don't make me up my stick, look Then I start some shit, look, came and took it lit Came and took it lit, nigga, don't make me up my stick
Writer(s): Karel Jorge, Johnathan Micheal Scott, Michael Len Ii Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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