Ms. B, Don't Sue

I ain't from h tahn
But I done came dahn
Like at age 5
Riding round in greyhahn

Mama had to hustle
And I was on the side
Riding as a passenger
I was Bonnie, she was Clyde

Had to slap a bitch
Shit sometimes 2
Shit got bizarre
Had to do what it do

Hoes talking reckless
I take they man's necklace
Mama choked slammed em
And they got arrested

I shoot uncontested
Hell bring it to me
Beat ya ass cross faded
Rip you up like some loose leaf

Yeah I'm taking names
And kicking ass
Thats a corny white line
But I'll let it pass

Ima go and hit em
Ima go and get em
Got the mad money
I might go ahead and split sumn

Nah I'm just playing
I'm a greedy fool
I might fuck around and kill you
And throw you with Lune

Up inside the cupboard
Yeah with the lion
Fucked all the witches
Nigga I ain't fucking lying

Boy I'm fucking crazy
Do this on the daily
I got mad money
But you cannot pay me

Psych just playing
Gimme all my coins
Ain't doing shit for free
NIGGA HOLD ON MATTER FACT TURN THIS SHIT OFF THIS AIN'T A FREESTYLE BOY



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Writer(s): Brandon Biggs
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