Mhm

I just need some lovin'

Mhm

When really I just need some lovin'

(Stop it, Tillaa)

How is you my heart and you thinkin' I just want to fuck you? When really I just need some lovin'

Deep in my thoughts got me thinkin' about killin' my cousin 'cause really he thinkin' it’s lovely

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How is you my heart and you thinkin' I just want to fuck you? When really I just need some lovin'

Deep in my thoughts got me thinkin' about killin' my cousin 'cause really he thinkin' it’s lovely

Stashin' the dope in the oven, ain't really tryin' to kick it with **** who ain't 'bout the money

I put the button turn switchy, my kin told me he was gonna kill me, but ain't shot none

So fuck it go do it, don't care where you're from, I'm runnin' my block, I'm the face of the young

When my brother died, the next few months I was focused on countin' up a honey bun

And I’m ready to fuck up the city, my young boys with me, they better not catch you in the club

I swear to God, when brodie free up out the cell, we really gonna fuck up the summer

I swear to God, we really got funds

I swear to God, I might keep guns

I swear to God, shiesty on face and my gloves on tryin' to find some

I swear to God, you play and I dump

I swear to God, you flinch and you dumb

I swear to God, I really got anger up in my body, tryin' to get it out

Got god with me (Mhm)

And the gang with me (Mhm)

He put up a 9 he with me, he throwing up C's he campin' (Mhm, mhm)

The bitch said she love me, I know that she cappin'

She only fuck me cause I’m rappin'

I only like hoes they ratchet (Mhm)

Hold my burner at your crib

Hold my burner at your crib

Hold my burner at your crib

Show me you love me stop bappin'

Show me you love me stop bappin'

Show me you love me stop bappin'

Come around pop shit little nasty

She got me bustin' up a rapid

She don’t want me hit it with a plastic (Mhm)

This lil' hoe a bastard (Mhm)

This lil' hoe the baddest

No father Figure

She don't got a daddy

She just want my bag to get richer

How is you my heart and you thinkin' I just want to fuck you? When really I just need some lovin'

Deep in my thoughts got me thinkin' about killin' my cousin 'cause really he thinkin' it’s lovely

Stashin' the dope in the oven, ain't really tryin' to kick it with **** who ain't 'bout the money

I put the button turn switchy, my kin told me he was gonna kill me, but ain't shot none

So fuck it go do it, don't care where you're from, I'm runnin' my block, I'm the face of the young

When my brother died, the next few months I was focused on countin' up a honey bun

And I’m ready to fuck up the city, my young boys with me, they better not catch you in the club

I swear to God, when brodie free up out the cell, we really gonna fuck up the summer

I swear to God, we really got funds

I swear to God, I might keep guns

I swear to God, shiesty on face and my gloves on tryin' to find some

I swear to God, you play and I dump

I swear to God, you flinch and you dumb

I swear to God, I really got anger up in my body, tryin' to get it out

Mhm, yeah

Ain't shot none

Mhm, yeah

You ain't shot none

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