Mclovin
(Im thinking too much on it)
Yeah
What
Yeah my brudda yellin slatt
Woah
Yeah yeah
Uh
(That was a good take)
Yeah
See them niggas coming down the block
My brudda yellin slatt
Free my brudda out that county he got caught cause he don't lack
Yeah
He got turned up to a pack
Yeah
I'm gon come through fully strapped
Yeah we on that lil baby
We gon come through get it jumpin
Yeah I might of fucked her friend
Lil baby but that shit ain't nothin'
Yeah I walk up in that spot no ID
Bitch I ain't McLovin
Big Bando put it in her oven
She blow my phone she said she love it
She blew my phone she said she love
I won't stay around
Yeah I got too many bitches but they kno I'm bout this paper now
I went half up ona Zo lil nigga fuck that nigga pay me now
We done ran up bout like 80 pounds
We send them shots like what's that sound
Huh
Yeah
Shit man down
Smokin on this gas lil bitch I'm on the clouds ain't coming down
We runnin down
Don't come around
Man when I step I step around
I'm really with them niggas
Why you talking? We gon slime u out
See them niggas coming down the block
My brudda yellin slatt
Free my brudda out that county he got caught cause he don't lack
Yeah
He got turned up to a pack
Yeah
I'm gon come through fully strapped
Yeah we on that luh baby
We gon come through get it jumpin
Yeah I might of fucked her friend
Lil baby but that shit ain't nothin'
Yeah I walk up in that spot no ID
Bitch I ain't McLovin
Big Bando put it in her oven
She blow my phone she said she love it
Yeah
What
Yeah my brudda yellin slatt
Woah
Yeah yeah
Uh
(That was a good take)
Yeah
See them niggas coming down the block
My brudda yellin slatt
Free my brudda out that county he got caught cause he don't lack
Yeah
He got turned up to a pack
Yeah
I'm gon come through fully strapped
Yeah we on that lil baby
We gon come through get it jumpin
Yeah I might of fucked her friend
Lil baby but that shit ain't nothin'
Yeah I walk up in that spot no ID
Bitch I ain't McLovin
Big Bando put it in her oven
She blow my phone she said she love it
She blew my phone she said she love
I won't stay around
Yeah I got too many bitches but they kno I'm bout this paper now
I went half up ona Zo lil nigga fuck that nigga pay me now
We done ran up bout like 80 pounds
We send them shots like what's that sound
Huh
Yeah
Shit man down
Smokin on this gas lil bitch I'm on the clouds ain't coming down
We runnin down
Don't come around
Man when I step I step around
I'm really with them niggas
Why you talking? We gon slime u out
See them niggas coming down the block
My brudda yellin slatt
Free my brudda out that county he got caught cause he don't lack
Yeah
He got turned up to a pack
Yeah
I'm gon come through fully strapped
Yeah we on that luh baby
We gon come through get it jumpin
Yeah I might of fucked her friend
Lil baby but that shit ain't nothin'
Yeah I walk up in that spot no ID
Bitch I ain't McLovin
Big Bando put it in her oven
She blow my phone she said she love it
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