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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deonte Demario Holmes
Songwriter
Lyrics
I just won't some onion run it up my pockets chunky
I know **** go pray at the church and kill u about that money
Ain't no disrespect to my bitch but I swear I wonna fuck London
They got witnesses I pray to god don't let them tell who don it
If I say I love u boy I mean it from the
Back she creamy
I know **** hate me for a reason cuz they bitch my deanie
In the bed don't let her see my face cuz I turn to a demon
All these **** just type on the net catch em they don't mean it
Hell nawl I ain't running off on him I need the plug
And I bet I get this shit gone these junkies fen for drugs
I swear own give asf bout clout these **** need a buz
I can buy everything with this money I swear own need the love
Yeah this choppa came with double teddies glock came with a dick
Go and get that money chasing green I just wonna get rich
Fresh asf Lil boy check out my fit I can't chase no bitch
If I'm ever found dead on the ground I shot it till it click
These days these **** snack they'll slime u out
Boy don't play with me about my cash I'll slime u out
Moma we was really fucked up bad sleep on **** Couch
I don't fuck with nun of these **** they'll get a 10 and run they mouth
Game change **** running off on plugs because they pussy
U ain't snatching shit from me plus I'm on point my **** looking
Damn see how u let him hear this shit now he wonna book me
I got sick and tired of **** showing they pouch so I took it
These days these **** snack they'll slime u out
Boy don't play with me about my cash I'll slime u out
Moma we was really fucked up bad sleep on **** Couch
I don't fuck with nun of these **** they'll get a ten and run they mouth
Game change **** running off on plugs because they pussy
U ain't snatching shit from me
Plus I'm on point my **** looking
Damn how dare u let him hear this shit now he wonna book me
I got sick and tired of **** showing they pouch so I took it
Written by: Deonte Demario Holmes