Thinkin
I don't know wat niggas thinking try one of my Brothers that's a body on my nieces
We got all type of pieces lil bro a pop up wit that fn leave u leaking
All I know demons
Who a take yo life in real life ain't no dreaming
Must be drunk of wat u drinking
If I take sip from this cup then I'm leaning
Hope my bitch don't tell me that she love and don't mean it
Flyest nigga in this bitch u know I be the cleanest
Try me that's a body nigga u gone meet Jesus
Bro a send yo ass up to God he a demon
Serving all the fiens hit my line if u need it
Ice got me froze wrist cold I'm anemic
Bro gotta pole you up roll then he creeping
We a pop up at a nigga house where he sleeping
Pewwww you don't ever hear this bitch when it's squeezing
Bro just put a switch on that bitch now she screaming
Like a bad kid getting a beating
Dawg just put his hands on his bitch cuz she cheating
We a never run outta bread bitch we eating
And she never run outta head she freak
Damn dawg looking fucked up that nigga cheap
Ain't no telling wat she gone do fa this pink
I don't know wat niggas thinking
Try one of my Brothers that's a body on my nieces
We got all type of pieces lil bro a pop up wit that fn leave u leaking
All I know demons who a take yo life in real life ain't no dreaming
Must be drunk of wat u drinking
If I take sip from this cup then I'm leaning
I can spend how much I want on it dope running
Nigga I don't need no dope runners
I aint fo ch but I'm on all four corners
Dat bitch bad but she claim her nigga don't want her
I don't want her either only want the throat from her
That nigga phone ain't ringing he ain't no dumper
Still fucked up and shit it been 4 summers
I got the head then I throw away the hoe number
I ain't romantic naw I ain't lovey dovey
To keep real hoe I only want some money
So I u fuck wit me u a get it fo me
I can get the shit myself but it's the pimping for me
That nigga leaking
We can tell who really fucked yeah we see it
Cvs money gang yeah niggas eating
Only bosses setting at the table its a feast
The city on lock Papa Perc got the key
That bitch wanna fuck she can't help but wait on me
Everybody up u ain't gotta wait n see
We ain't come to play but if we do we play for keeps
I don't know wat niggas thinking
Try one of my Brothers that's a body on my nieces
We got all type of pieces lil bro a pop up wit that fn leave u leaking
All I know demons
Who a take yo life in real life ain't no dreaming
Must be drunk of wat u drinking
If I take sip from this cup then I'm leaning
We got all type of pieces lil bro a pop up wit that fn leave u leaking
All I know demons
Who a take yo life in real life ain't no dreaming
Must be drunk of wat u drinking
If I take sip from this cup then I'm leaning
Hope my bitch don't tell me that she love and don't mean it
Flyest nigga in this bitch u know I be the cleanest
Try me that's a body nigga u gone meet Jesus
Bro a send yo ass up to God he a demon
Serving all the fiens hit my line if u need it
Ice got me froze wrist cold I'm anemic
Bro gotta pole you up roll then he creeping
We a pop up at a nigga house where he sleeping
Pewwww you don't ever hear this bitch when it's squeezing
Bro just put a switch on that bitch now she screaming
Like a bad kid getting a beating
Dawg just put his hands on his bitch cuz she cheating
We a never run outta bread bitch we eating
And she never run outta head she freak
Damn dawg looking fucked up that nigga cheap
Ain't no telling wat she gone do fa this pink
I don't know wat niggas thinking
Try one of my Brothers that's a body on my nieces
We got all type of pieces lil bro a pop up wit that fn leave u leaking
All I know demons who a take yo life in real life ain't no dreaming
Must be drunk of wat u drinking
If I take sip from this cup then I'm leaning
I can spend how much I want on it dope running
Nigga I don't need no dope runners
I aint fo ch but I'm on all four corners
Dat bitch bad but she claim her nigga don't want her
I don't want her either only want the throat from her
That nigga phone ain't ringing he ain't no dumper
Still fucked up and shit it been 4 summers
I got the head then I throw away the hoe number
I ain't romantic naw I ain't lovey dovey
To keep real hoe I only want some money
So I u fuck wit me u a get it fo me
I can get the shit myself but it's the pimping for me
That nigga leaking
We can tell who really fucked yeah we see it
Cvs money gang yeah niggas eating
Only bosses setting at the table its a feast
The city on lock Papa Perc got the key
That bitch wanna fuck she can't help but wait on me
Everybody up u ain't gotta wait n see
We ain't come to play but if we do we play for keeps
I don't know wat niggas thinking
Try one of my Brothers that's a body on my nieces
We got all type of pieces lil bro a pop up wit that fn leave u leaking
All I know demons
Who a take yo life in real life ain't no dreaming
Must be drunk of wat u drinking
If I take sip from this cup then I'm leaning
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