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Shhhhh Soul'd Out!
If I roll the weed then bitch I aint passing
I dont love these hoes damn baby quit asking
If I said I love you then I was prolly capping
If you wanna leave then you can get to packing
I dont need a bad bitch Bitch I need a savage
Got switch it up for these niggas cuz they average
Staring at my money and it start to look like cabbage
Gotta keep a bag cuz you cant carry baggage
Feeling like a prince I been feeling like Vegeta
Really ima goat you can call me John Cena
Silly lil bitch mad I dont wanna see her
Ice on my neck got me boutta catch a seizure
Bitch I aint shit yeah im kinda close to frieza
I dont give a fuck I aint begging for no feature
Trynna give a lesson to all my bad teachers
Some niggas nerds yeah some niggas geekers
Every day she got a new scent
Most of these niggas be nuisance
Broke niggas dont no make sense
Run this shit for my back for my four cents
If it dont make sense
Then it dont make cents
If it dont make cents
Then make it cents
Cuz a nigga gon get it
How a nigga gotta get it
If a nigga talk tuff
Then a nigga gon get it
Oou Ha
Yeah uh
If I roll the weed then bitch I aint passing
I dont love these hoes damn baby quit asking
If I said I love you then I was prolly capping
If you wanna leave then you can get to packing
I dont need a bad bitch bitch I need a savage
Got switch it up for these niggas cuz they average
Staring at my money and it start to look like cabbage
Gotta keep a bag cuz you cant carry baggage
If I roll the weed then bitch I aint passing
I dont love these hoes damn baby quit asking
If i said I love you then I was prolly capping
If you wanna leave then you can get to packing
I dont need a bad bitch Bitch I need a savage
Got switch it up for these niggas cuz they average
Staring at my money and it start to look like cabbage

Last time that I checked I was still that bitch
Silly hoes want smoke, Better grab on ya spliff
Ain't worried bout shit, I just take another sip
Oh you like it when I'm nasty get spicy off the liqs
Life's good, why you mad? COVID got you in ya bag?
I'm running just up stores copping shit you wish you had?
Oh boy, that's hard, I'm on the belt dodging cars
Speed racer with the clutch cause it's no holds barred
Vroom he gone, I knock a nigga out the park if his D ain't strong
Vacations I be swimming, all this dough I be spending
While these niggas on the block still call ya pussy Grand Canyon
Ouch 6 feet
Cant have no treesh shit rubbing off on me
So don't pretend you know me, do this shit all by my lonely
Cause nobody can control me, Going crazy like I'm Broly!

Ouu Ha(Yeah, uh



Credits
Writer(s): Naseer Campbell
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