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Got a thing on me when i go to the * I hate them copper house neeks Got a brand new wap let's fill it with teeth Pablo mans live in the g Mans 10 side reppin my flag come green Mask on my face like scream You know the feeling tryna make man scream * Got smoke like steam And * got ducked out the ends by the team * Got packed now he lives in their dreams Opp thot come wet like cream Said pablo you know how to make me cream She know i'm the boss in the sheets And she know gang live in the streets And you know if your bitch on me I ain't from the block but i'll give her the d I'm anti * if you talk * If you warn try cut tru greenwich Come to the haddo the arb If the mash empty tell bro reload it Don't let me lock this arm Cause it's finna get long If im locked and loaded I don't really like my left Right hand ying dat leave that soaking And if i catch me a opp on the rebound I ain't gotta say no words he's bolting Tell a man come back don't cut And if i got the drop Im telling bro strike like he's doing up bowling They know where i'm at So tell me a reason the opps ain't rolling * Coulda got left open, he's a pending pack But today i feel like * Tell pablo ay come let's roll him I step in a active gilet Back that juice garn spill like beverage His dri fit got turnt to a wet fit And you know i did that one in my tech fit Bally on face and a bruck down lexus Slap it corn coulda had him for breakfast Bro got teeth like dentist Randz ready said we're a menace like dennis I try wet his head not blessing I swear that you s from a like texas Bag that serve that green like lettuce And i still serve these shots like tennis Locking off anyone's function All cause they ain't put our name on the guest list Opp boy got red like xmas weren't by me It was one my members And I swear that my man shoulda turnt package And if I hop off the ped with active Show and tell guess what's in my jacket They ain't doing up ict but we want beef And them man can't hack it Three bro he was doing up hatrick Mash come old like the 60s fashion I try make me a drink like oasis Now I got blood all of over my shavers My air ones just turnt into Loubs that's * Residue all over my trainers That's three man up in the ride Tryna make that beat with out major lasers And * got turnt into flavours Serve that shit to the cats now I'm caking
Writer(s): Harry Charles Gough, Ryan Djedje, Israel Prince Lawal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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