Guardians of the Galaxy

*Str8 jiggy shit from my dawg 6teen*

Took her to my room
She don't mess with you
She stay acting rude
She gave you the boot
I came with my crew
L20 my dudes
Why you look confused
Be humble cause you new

Damn right
Riding round at nite
We the city's light
Can't be overhyped

All these niggas bite
Point 'em out like lice
Rll they nice but
Behind ya they ray rice

Me + 6teen, uber swerving dizzy
Gettin' jiggy, almost spilled mi' fizzy
She a thiccy, but I'm feelin iffy
No 69 cause that bitty really icky

Niggas know I'm grindin'
Got the paypal balance flyin'
I was out in the cut shynin'
You were inside minin' diamonds
Please stop tryin'
Bitches pie and
Niggas dyin'
While you lyin'

Bitch, we were made for this
You stagnant paperless
You claim a handkerchief
I'm on that play per cent



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Writer(s): Anthony Goodwin
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