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Yea bitch I'm really on that shit
Bitch really feigning for me she be on my dick
I been getting lit as a bitch getting really rich
Hating ass nigga y'all be really making me sick
Damn bitch I been by myself
Get away from all you cheap niggas for my mental health
Nigga throw the towel in or somebody get the ref
He ain't hear them shots coming in nigga probably deaf
Last nigga ain't know how to treat you yea he really wrong
Let that nigga lay his hand on you we hit em in his dome
I don't pay attention to you niggas i been slapping phones
Baby come be with a real nigga we gone show you what we on
We got the straps in this bitch like we readied up
Number one don't speak on my name that's gone fuck you up
Nigga really been making pape I been going up
Yes I'm bout to explode I been blowing up
Yea getting ice at the icebox
Sipping margaritas and you know I put it on the rocks
With the salt around the rim, you know that I be coming trim
Fucked yo bitch up in my bed while the lights was dim
He talking crazy like what the fuck do you run
You ain't running shit lil nigga better fucking run
Nigga said it's up lil nigga better show me something
I'll never ever let a bitch play me like i'm dumb
Pouring up 4 and I'm up serving all the pops
Bitches fall for me because a nigga got dreadlocks
No funny shit I really done this shit, I know how it go
Let this nigga have it cause he think that I'm a fucking hoe
Bitch really feigning for me she be on my dick
I been getting lit as a bitch getting really rich
Hating ass nigga y'all be really making me sick
Damn bitch I been by myself
Get away from all you cheap niggas for my mental health
Nigga throw the towel in or somebody get the ref
He ain't hear them shots coming in nigga probably deaf
Last nigga ain't know how to treat you yea he really wrong
Let that nigga lay his hand on you we hit em in his dome
I don't pay attention to you niggas i been slapping phones
Baby come be with a real nigga we gone show you what we on
We got the straps in this bitch like we readied up
Number one don't speak on my name that's gone fuck you up
Nigga really been making pape I been going up
Yes I'm bout to explode I been blowing up
Yea getting ice at the icebox
Sipping margaritas and you know I put it on the rocks
With the salt around the rim, you know that I be coming trim
Fucked yo bitch up in my bed while the lights was dim
He talking crazy like what the fuck do you run
You ain't running shit lil nigga better fucking run
Nigga said it's up lil nigga better show me something
I'll never ever let a bitch play me like i'm dumb
Pouring up 4 and I'm up serving all the pops
Bitches fall for me because a nigga got dreadlocks
No funny shit I really done this shit, I know how it go
Let this nigga have it cause he think that I'm a fucking hoe
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