Mind Free
Yea
Aye Aye
She say boy I wanna Fuck
Baby Im knowing
All this kush smoke in the car
Got my eyes closing
I take a lil dab of molly
Now my eyes rolling
She take one look up at my wrist
And now her eyes frozen
Aint no hoe in my blood
You can bet that
Mama know im a thug
I cant check that
I just do it how I does
Gotta respect that
Nigga dont say a word
Where the checks at
Only when I count them bands
Is my mind free
My Nigga I dont give a damn
You behind me
That choppa going fuckin ham
Do you grimey do you nasty do you slimey
Tryna open up the trap
Nigga what you need
I got alls these fuckin buns
Like its sesame
She say killer slow down
Cause you scaring me
I do a 100 in the foreign
And preparing me
Aye Aye AYe
Im running the beat
Lil bitch
I keep the heat
Lil Bitch
Where are you at
Where are your Racks
I can not see the shit
Im running the beat
Lil bitch
I keep the heat
Lil Bitch
Where are you at
Where are your Racks
I can not see the shit
Niggas fake and niggas flodging
And I cant trust niggas
Way these pussy niggas talking
I might bust niggas
Aint a grown man in my camp
Is a fuck Nigga
Aye Aye AYe
Aint no hoe in my blood
You can bet that
Mama know im a thug
I cant check that
I just do it how I does
Gotta respect that
Nigga dont say a word
Where the checks at
Only when I count them bands
Is my mind free
My Nigga I dont give a damn
You behind me
That choppa going fuckin ham
Do you grimey do you nasty do you slimey
Aye Aye
She say boy I wanna Fuck
Baby Im knowing
All this kush smoke in the car
Got my eyes closing
I take a lil dab of molly
Now my eyes rolling
She take one look up at my wrist
And now her eyes frozen
Aint no hoe in my blood
You can bet that
Mama know im a thug
I cant check that
I just do it how I does
Gotta respect that
Nigga dont say a word
Where the checks at
Only when I count them bands
Is my mind free
My Nigga I dont give a damn
You behind me
That choppa going fuckin ham
Do you grimey do you nasty do you slimey
Tryna open up the trap
Nigga what you need
I got alls these fuckin buns
Like its sesame
She say killer slow down
Cause you scaring me
I do a 100 in the foreign
And preparing me
Aye Aye AYe
Im running the beat
Lil bitch
I keep the heat
Lil Bitch
Where are you at
Where are your Racks
I can not see the shit
Im running the beat
Lil bitch
I keep the heat
Lil Bitch
Where are you at
Where are your Racks
I can not see the shit
Niggas fake and niggas flodging
And I cant trust niggas
Way these pussy niggas talking
I might bust niggas
Aint a grown man in my camp
Is a fuck Nigga
Aye Aye AYe
Aint no hoe in my blood
You can bet that
Mama know im a thug
I cant check that
I just do it how I does
Gotta respect that
Nigga dont say a word
Where the checks at
Only when I count them bands
Is my mind free
My Nigga I dont give a damn
You behind me
That choppa going fuckin ham
Do you grimey do you nasty do you slimey
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Writer(s): Shy Killer
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