Ugh, you know my body I'm not one of them

They said this the root of all evil, can you summon it?

Tried to tell ol' girl, I'm finna leave & she said"come again?"

She the type to slime her baby daddy, leave her son with him

See lying ain't been my thing, I probably shouldn't rock denim tears since crying ain't in my genes

Wow

Dying ain't in my schemes, highly faded my mind is racing

I'm grinding making this ching

Hol on bitch, what is that? Hol on bitch, what is that?

If we all talking this then we all talking facts

Fuck a pay cut, they gone have to pay Kutt

Large figures like Dave Blunts

Can't prey on me, I'm prayed up

Wait, what?.huh? what?

You know my body I'm not like that

Can't afford no mistakes, move at a pace

But I'm still right back

Gone let em typecast, I'll always be in my bag

**** tryna get they hype back

When it's war time ****, I crash

Some shit I can't bypass

But dumb shit just ain't like cash

Bet I run shit til my times passed

Mulah, mulah, mulah, super duper karma sutra

Send quadruple to the shooter, shooter

Mulah, mulah, mulah, imma lover, she a chooser

Whatchu talkin let's maneuver, she said yea

Mulah, mulah, mulah, super duper karma sutra

Send quadruple to the shooter, oh my God

Mulah, mulah, mulah, imma lover, she a chooser

Whatchu talkin let's maneuver, she said

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