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Tmoney Hollis
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Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in
I don't argue with no bitch, leave her ass on read
I ain't worried about the bottle bitch, I'm already catching it
**** tryna diss, fuck around and leave his ass dead
Fuck around and leave his ass dead
I'm already catching it
Them **** all talking that shit, I ain't worried about it
When I break up, I go for it
**** tryna diss all the time
You wish you was fuckin' lit
I ain't worried about em
I ain't worried about em
**** tryna diss all the time
You wish you was fuckin' lit
All the time, I ain't worried about em
All the time, I ain't worried about em
All the time, I ain't worried about em
Bitch done my drugs, stupid bitch, get your ass here
She goin' through my phone, see some hoes
Hell yeah, I'm bout to fuckin' do
Hell yeah, I'm bout to fuckin' do
Up up in the stool, gettin' mugged
Cookin' up some words, drinkin' on that green in the stool
Spittin' on my shirt, blowin' up my phone
By the bitch, I heard her first
I ain't worried about em
I ain't worried about em
Blowin' up my phone, by the bitch, I heard her first
All the time, I ain't worried about em
Don't argue with no bitch, leave her ass on read
I ain't worried about the bottle bitch, I'm already catching it
**** tryna do this, fuck around and leave it last, dude
I ain't worried about em
I ain't worried about em
Quit the dudes, to em, like you heard about it
Drop this bounty on a **** here, what you gon' do about it
I might fuck around and call her, please
I love them hoes, some **** save me, see
I'm fuckin' from the back, I didn't step to rock, I built this bitch
Dick up in her back, she's rentin, got her talkin' shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm stackin' plenty bricks like I'mma build a house
I be stuffin' your bitch on a glove, I be in and out
What the fuck, so that mean I'm fuckin' down the couch
Beggin' 20 bucks, y'all bitches walkin' off with me
You know I done shit, y'all, I got it off the deep
And on the south, yeah, all my ****, they gon' creep
Is it pape or the clout, or the bitch really want me
Shout out for the Remy's blush, you know these **** ain't like me
Best shit, this bitch fire, it's gon' shoot right off three
**** say mad at me, cause this bitch on her knees
I ain't worried about the bottle bitch, I'm already catching it
**** tryna do this, fuck around and leave it last, dude
I ain't worried about em
I ain't worried about em
I ain't worried about em
All right, punch me in, sendin' shots like the Navy
Try to slide, gon' get dropped
Chola, baby, play her out, she be fuckin' with the opps
1500th after mob, **** knowin' we up top
Dropped the top off the roof and bitch, but we been in blocks
Hand her, let's be for real, I been trappin' in the crops
All my **** SNF, we ain't hangin' with no cops
Big brr on my Glock, thought I missed, but he dropped
I don't mind at all
I don't mind at all
Written by: Tmoney Hollis
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