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Phillip Jordan
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Bitch tried to ask me my name I told her Ben Dover
This game over, leave a **** runnin' on the ground with his chest open
A-A-A-A-O-P-A, roll that shit up
If a **** run out to change, then its game over
Leave a river heavy on the ground with his chest open
Run to your house for the safe and leave the chest open
You couldn't spell out a spell if I gave you my potion
**** its 200 on the dash, I'm literally floatin
Let a **** sip from the 40, I'm literally coastin
Just seen a perc and ate one (8 1), I'm finna be Owens
Why be humble bitch, I'm rich, I'm literally boastin
If its opps out, then it chops out
I start with a street sweep, I got a mop now
Bitches say they used to like me cause I'm hot now
Fuck y'all goofy ****, y'all run up, you get gunned down
Next stop is I take your bitch to pound town
Nah, I ain't tryna fuck her, Ill really punch her in her shit
**** the brokest of broke but claiming they rich
I said that I would never switch, until I got me a switch
I used to bounce a spalding until I start bouncing out
I thought **** was real until I start findin' out
I'm a 762, hit your whip and tear the pipin' out
6-8, 7-11 what them dice about
RIP my dog Putt forever the 6 demon
QB shinin', I was really the 6 beamin
He was gang till he seen gang and them not breathin
I'm still with the same team, even in off-season
If a **** run out of change, it's game over
I drop the gear in the coupe and then I change over
When I was young, I used to run the Range Rover
The bitch tryna ask me her name, I told her, Ben Dover
Why **** always posting chick, they ain't got none
Borrowing straps to miss hits, they ain't got guns
If we standin' on business on I'm the top one
If it ain't money involved, it's not fun
All I do is think about Pape, ****
All you do is think about me, I think you gay, ****
I think I should've been a cracker, cause I hate ****
How them boys gon' take me out? I don't date ****
Play with us, we gon' put your ass in the obituary
Look at real ****, you gon' see us in the dictionary
These **** don't want no cheese, they don't fuck with dairy
If I want you shot, I'm callin' Reo, I ain't callin' Jerry
Was quick to strap my nuts on, I was never scary
You ain't never jumped off the porch, you was never ready
I put some paper on your top, I was never petty
You ain't never seen a fiend nod off off the fetty
Never been the type to hate on ****, I was never jelly
All that shit you doin' really light, you was never heavy
**** never laid a hand on me, **** never pressed me
Inherited this shit from my pop shit, hereditary
Written by: Phillip Jordan