Pretend
I see the look in they face
They don't want me to win
I ain't want to pretend
Like any one I could pick out of them sum like a friend
No it ain't the end
I told my secrets to Nina I die with my sins
I won't die in the pen
I put my heart in this shit
Bitch I'm standing on ten
We ain't never gone end
I put my trust in a bitch
Oh no never again
They don't know the word truth
I been had visions of this like way back in the den
Make it out through the booth
She put this dick way down deep, way down deep down her throat
She ain't having a tooth
He cross that line and he dying
He gone hang from a rope
I ain't having a roof
Ain't got a top
Fifty this bitch and it came with a stock
Shot at his rib
Now he stuck like he Chuck
Bro screaming and shaking I think he in shock
Came with a mop
Call me the cleaner he came with a mop
Closing the door and I'm cleaning up shop
Can't fuck with twelve
Still feeling like Ja with the rock
Feel like I'm Ja with the rock
Loading this nine up
Fuck what he thought hollows ripping his mind up
I been down got to climb up
This money it's coming
I'm getting it lined up
Ain't too hard to find us
Would've wifed the lil bitch but she ain't give the swine up
Way I pitch with no wind up
Ain't accepting new members no you can not sign up
At his head like a line up
Steady calling I got her
She leave you gone find her
Go to work on this bitch I'm a call her Rihanna
My new Rihanna
My new Rihanna
I get behind her
Work, work, work, work, work
They don't want me to win
I ain't want to pretend
Like any one I could pick out of them sum like a friend
No it ain't the end
I told my secrets to Nina I die with my sins
I won't die in the pen
I put my heart in this shit
Bitch I'm standing on ten
We ain't never gone end
I put my trust in a bitch
Oh no never again
They don't know the word truth
I been had visions of this like way back in the den
Make it out through the booth
She put this dick way down deep, way down deep down her throat
She ain't having a tooth
He cross that line and he dying
He gone hang from a rope
I ain't having a roof
Ain't got a top
Fifty this bitch and it came with a stock
Shot at his rib
Now he stuck like he Chuck
Bro screaming and shaking I think he in shock
Came with a mop
Call me the cleaner he came with a mop
Closing the door and I'm cleaning up shop
Can't fuck with twelve
Still feeling like Ja with the rock
Feel like I'm Ja with the rock
Loading this nine up
Fuck what he thought hollows ripping his mind up
I been down got to climb up
This money it's coming
I'm getting it lined up
Ain't too hard to find us
Would've wifed the lil bitch but she ain't give the swine up
Way I pitch with no wind up
Ain't accepting new members no you can not sign up
At his head like a line up
Steady calling I got her
She leave you gone find her
Go to work on this bitch I'm a call her Rihanna
My new Rihanna
My new Rihanna
I get behind her
Work, work, work, work, work
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Writer(s): Stephan Banks
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