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Yea (OG Bizzle, Damn E this shit exclusive)
Yea (Pastor Witta Stick nigga)
Yea (Shooting from the pulpit)
BIZZLE!
Yea lil biddy bitch ass nigga, I'll knock ya top off (Ohkay)
Hop out wit the stick on yo ass like Donatello (Gnarly)
Niggas just be cappin' on the gram for a follow, when I get to steppin' bitch niggas won't See tomorrow (Ohkay)
Swervin' all in traffic, red light and I bet I stop ya
Hop out get to swingin' this big bitch I'm Paul Bunyan (Timber)
I ain't been takin' my meds I'm goin' dummy
Yes lawd, Uptown General, bitch I'm thuggin' (Bitch in thuggin')
Bipolar and a big steppa, bitch don't see nothing (Ohkay)
Play wit me if you want too my nigga, I'll fuck ya mother (Ohkay)
Powered up, bitch I'ma god, what the fuck wrong wit you
Choppa don't know how to fuckin' stop, I think it's long winded
If it don't concern you my nigga, then mind own business (Ohkay)
Niggas actin' stupid, so the clips on extendo
Glizzy hit his ass gotdamn that's a big hole
Nigga you a bitch, gotdamn you big hoe
This ya lil bitch, gotdamn she'll deep throat (Ohkay)
Tryna run these bands up, bitch that's a drum line, run mine
If not, fuck nigga it's a run down, sun up or sun down
Don't act like you don't know why, I pop up and show out
Nobody gone know bout, yo body nobody gone find that (Yea, nobody gone know bout Yo body nobody gone find that yea)
Yea (Pastor Witta Stick nigga)
Yea (Shooting from the pulpit)
BIZZLE!
Yea lil biddy bitch ass nigga, I'll knock ya top off (Ohkay)
Hop out wit the stick on yo ass like Donatello (Gnarly)
Niggas just be cappin' on the gram for a follow, when I get to steppin' bitch niggas won't See tomorrow (Ohkay)
Swervin' all in traffic, red light and I bet I stop ya
Hop out get to swingin' this big bitch I'm Paul Bunyan (Timber)
I ain't been takin' my meds I'm goin' dummy
Yes lawd, Uptown General, bitch I'm thuggin' (Bitch in thuggin')
Bipolar and a big steppa, bitch don't see nothing (Ohkay)
Play wit me if you want too my nigga, I'll fuck ya mother (Ohkay)
Powered up, bitch I'ma god, what the fuck wrong wit you
Choppa don't know how to fuckin' stop, I think it's long winded
If it don't concern you my nigga, then mind own business (Ohkay)
Niggas actin' stupid, so the clips on extendo
Glizzy hit his ass gotdamn that's a big hole
Nigga you a bitch, gotdamn you big hoe
This ya lil bitch, gotdamn she'll deep throat (Ohkay)
Tryna run these bands up, bitch that's a drum line, run mine
If not, fuck nigga it's a run down, sun up or sun down
Don't act like you don't know why, I pop up and show out
Nobody gone know bout, yo body nobody gone find that (Yea, nobody gone know bout Yo body nobody gone find that yea)
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Writer(s): Leroy Davis
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