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(Shneaky with it) 'Fore Corona I was livin' like a loner Now, I got a fuckin' dime piece, I can call up when I wanna I've been gettin' better, I'mma tell 'em if they don't know Everybody who was doubtin' all the sudden turned to goners I've been runnin' up these bags Bitches gettin' mad Now, I hear them talkin' that bitch ass trash I've been runnin' laps Left 'em in the past I don't hear no talkin' 'cause y'all down bad Hahaha, bitch, I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas Sorry I ain't sorry, goin' bad-bad on these niggas And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches So, I'm fuckin' skeetin', rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches Goddamn, lately, I do what I wanna Cum right in her face like that ain't somebody's daughter Since a kid, man, I knew I'd be a baller With a couple hoes that I gotta keep in order Bounce that ass like a Chevy Impala 1967, baby girl, go shake ya blessings right, uhm Got your ex out here preein' like a stalker Colt 1911, it gon' send that boy to heaven, no problem Pussy, why you talkin' 'bout me? Hold that fuckin' talk or we gon' meet in the streets, uh, huh You ain't never been in no beef Probably fuckin' why that he don't carry no heat, uh, huh I've been runnin' up these bags Bitches gettin' mad Now, I hear them talkin' that bitch ass trash I've been runnin' laps Left 'em in the past I don't hear no talkin' 'cause y'all down bad Hahaha, bitch, I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas Sorry I ain't sorry, goin' bad-bad on these niggas And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches So, I'm fuckin' skeetin', rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches Fuck all the waitin', shit entertainin' Sucker wanna leave me, but I paved my way Finna dance on your grave when they chanting my name I'm sorry, not sorry, but you playin' my game Screen time causing all the downtime You be hella lucky to be ready in the mornin' Finna need a pit stop ready when this shit drop 'Cause you down bad when the cameras start rollin' Fuck all the waitin', shit entertainin' Sucker wanna leave me, but I paved my way Finna dance on your grave when they chantin' my name I'm sorry, not sorry, but you playin' my game 'Cause you bad and you gettin' mad Fuck you and your face, lil' snitch, I'll pass I be loading mags, putting on a mask Sorry not sorry, but I got the last laugh I've been runnin' up these bags Bitches gettin' mad Now, I hear them talkin' that bitch ass trash I've been runnin' laps Left 'em in the past I don't hear no talkin' 'cause y'all down bad Hahaha, bitch, I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas Sorry I ain't sorry, goin' bad-bad on these niggas And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches So, I'm fuckin' skeetin', rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches
Writer(s): Cairo Weir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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