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He a opp, what the fuck I'm gon fight for? Shed light on your block with this lightpole Dumb nigga, broke boy, pockets lypo All caps, you sucking dick, it's not a typo Ayy, I got a bitch who gon fight hoes Ayy, I got a bitch who gon light hoes White girl, I got a bitch who gon' wipe nose Who dropping bread on the head, then she might roll Now look at this clip and look at this stick From here to Hong Kong, bet a nigga won't trip I just been on my tip, bitch, I can't lose focus Bitch, you ain't seen a nigga since the news rolled 'em Ayy, suicide slam, swang that coupe open Ayy, had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coaching Who joking? Who folding? Nigga, keep your chin up Hit 'em with that yack, drink that Hen' up I been up, bitch, just like Tony Leave him holy if I know that nigga owe me I just been on my shit, bitch, truth be told Fuck a bitch nigga, new or old Cut a bitch quick, I don't play, get a newer role Found your day one niggas in the sewer hole Bust a brick down in a bitch face She want dick so I take a brick break First time, last time any time a bitch late Bitch, it's Chike, it's the Cult, yeah, the lit way I just been on my tip, bitch, I can't lose focus Bitch, you ain't seen a nigga since the news rolled 'em Ayy, suicide slam, swang that coupe open Ayy, had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coaching Who joking? Who folding? Nigga, keep your chin up Hit 'em with that yack, drink that Hen' up I been up, bitch, just like Tony Leave him holy if I know that nigga owe me Ayy, cookie pack strong and it come from the Bay Make the plug ándele Why you lying talking 'bout I got expunged from yo case? What your point you trying make with a gun in your face? Square poppin shit like she ain't with the business Dick sucking queen, God is my witness Broke my wrist in a pot then I stunk up the kitchen Aye, whole block smell me kicking Aye, glock to his chest, bet that nigga breathe different Bitch nigga, rich nigga, breed different You was on that baby bottle, I was pouring purple lean in it Stay around, play around, hoe I leave bitches These bitches, aye, off the fee bitches Overseas I'll see you when I see bitches, bleed bitches Book-smart, I can read bitches Let her top me then I leave, like to tease bitches I just been on my tip, bitch, I can't lose focus Bitch, you ain't seen a nigga since the news rolled 'em Ayy, suicide slam, swang that coupe open Ayy, had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coaching Who joking? Who folding? Nigga, keep your chin up Hit 'em with that yack, drink that Hen' up I been up, bitch, just like Tony Leave him holy if I know that nigga owe me
Writer(s): Deangelo Smith, Damaria Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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