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Low the Great (low the Great) Wait, hold up, hold up, hold up Niggas pockets on a diet Catfish niggas lying Nigga, you tried it I do this without trying Mama keep on telling me, "I'm proud of you" Mama, shut the fuck up, you ain't even got no Prada Nigga had it rough, but I'm still Gucci Blister on my feet from these shoes, but they still Gucci Bitch pussy weak, but it's still coochie Bitch ass faker than her hair, but it's still booty I ain't got no manners, I'm a foolie Nigga, like the toilet, I'll let this bitch use me Specially at the crib, that mean she finna do me Bitch, I ain't no kid, I'm tryna get the cooties The head and all that other shit that you be doin' It's simple, baby, pull up like a Huggie Like a Big Mac, I want you to mc-love me (I want you to mc-love me) I remember back then if she was in street I still couldn't hit it Like a parked car now, she getting curve R.I.P Swerve (R.I.P Swerve), from the Jordan downs (Jordan downs) I remember I had a bucket, I'm so foreign Now, bitch, don't drown (don't drown) I just threw 30 thou' (30 thou'?) On a necklace, bitch, I'm that reckless Really, I'm that nigga, still living like a peasant (living like a peasant) No, I'm not broke, I'm just humble if you guessing You just wanna fuck, huh, bitch, you guessed it Bop Niggas pockets on a diet Catfish niggas lying Nigga, you tried it I do this without trying Mama keep on telling me, "I'm proud of you" Mama, shut the fuck up, you ain't even got no Prada Nigga had it rough, but I'm still Gucci Blister on my feet from these shoes, but they still Gucci Bitch pussy weak, but it's still coochie Bitch ass faker than her hair, but it's still booty I ain't got no manners, I'ma foolie Blueface baby (yeah), Blueface AP (a'ight) Blu-Ray tape me, you was never on the block, buster You was at the Redbox Everybody got dead homies, bitch, I got dead homies (on the dead homies) Bitch, I'm on 17 with somethin' that hold 17 Y.I.P Tiny Smoke, Y.I.P Insane, School Yard Crip gang Bitch, I'm a member, make sure you remember I'm cold like December, get hit like a fender Bend over the couch, if we not fucking, no dinner Bitch, I just spent 30 thou' on some furniture I don't wanna kick it, kick a bitch to the curb Uber a bitch and a Lyft for a bird The same time, crack any bitch with the same line Blueface baby, love me or hate me I'm paid, still running fades in Balenciagas (ooh) Keep a yopstick, niggas fuckin' Niggas pockets on a diet Catfish niggas lying Nigga, you tried it I do this without trying Mama keep on telling me, "I'm proud of you" Mama shut the fuck up, you ain't even got no Prada Nigga had it rough, but I'm still Gucci Blister on my feet from these shoes, but they still Gucci Bitch pussy weak, but it's still coochie Bitch ass faker than her hair, but it's still booty I ain't got no manners, I'm a foolie
Writer(s): Deangelo Smith, Jachin Jenkins Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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