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Gapped shawty said she tryna cuff
Cat shawty, bet she lap me up
Trap shawty, know her way around
Seen a pound, so I guess she could be trusted with the plug
Gapped shawty said she tryna cuff
Cat shawty, bet she lap me up
Trap shawty, know her way around
Seen a pound, so I guess she could be trusted with the plug

She's in an off-and-on-and-off-again type of relationship
Information, they're probably both bad at relating it
Or at least there's some delay, I point the Febreeze, and I spray
Feel like there's nothing to say, but I see new shit every day
My shit I be talking it
These bitches be talkative
Runway, she walkin' it
She kill it, put it in a coffin, then
Take off
Bet she look good with her face off
You be tippin' Jake off
You lucky no one let that K off
That shit ain't cool
Ion't like bleeding, but you know I'm bool
Right before school, I would roll up a bleezy and chill with the crew
But I'd rather chill with my boo
Fuckin' with Dora, we be knockin' boots
Exploring the world, discovering the truth
Tryna put my baby in a Bentley coupe
Shawty it's you and me
Niggas swear that they be schooling me, but I'm truancey
Prone, bitch, I'm in the zone
So leave me alone, these niggas is clones
I'll always stay true to me, no matter what you say or do to me
You better get used to me

Gapped shawty said she tryna cuff
Cat shawty, bet she lap me up
Trap shawty, know her way around
Seen a pound, so I guess she could be trusted with the plug
Gapped shawty said she tryna cuff
Cat shawty, bet she lap me up
Trap shawty, know her way around
Seen a pound, so I guess she could be trusted with the plug



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Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
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