Pmf
You gassed him up
You gave him that confidence
He's leaking on the pavement
You're nowhere to be seen
Got his shit rocked cause you hyped him up
You gave him pride he couldn't carry
To think you gave him the nerve to cross that line
It's your fault he's bleeding out alone
Go pick your pussy ass homie off the pavement, bitch
Run his pockets, take his shit
Don't leave him with a fucking thing
But an image of the one he'll
Never fuck with again
Play with the bad dogs
You'll get bit, motherfucker
You gave him that confidence
He's leaking on the pavement
You're nowhere to be seen
Got his shit rocked cause you hyped him up
You gave him pride he couldn't carry
To think you gave him the nerve to cross that line
It's your fault he's bleeding out alone
Go pick your pussy ass homie off the pavement, bitch
Run his pockets, take his shit
Don't leave him with a fucking thing
But an image of the one he'll
Never fuck with again
Play with the bad dogs
You'll get bit, motherfucker
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