Junkie:(
Yeah yeah
I got a junkie he my favorite junkie yeah
Nah for real
(fuh fuh fuh)
(wickkurcrazy)
Not that one tho
Ay ay
I-I-I got a junkie with a choppa he my favorite dealer
Had a cut the hoe off, I ain't seem to paint the paint the picture
N-Niggas fake, pussies, Im known now for what's the realer
Slide up in the crib like a bandit I'ma steal her
Got the-Got the pussy wet, Krispy Kreme I'ma fill her
Better come correct, I prefer you call me Mr
Boy we-Boy we know the truth we all know you ain't a killer
Finna buy my mama crib after that make figures
Bitches know me by my fragrance when I'm in the building
If I tote these tools momma promise I am not no villain
Hunnid, Thousand, Green, Blues, nigga can't you see the vision?
Heavy heart on WOK I'm sipping lean, I got no feelings too
She called me off the act, she asked me if i love her
Huh, She the girl i need so baby need no rubber
Uh, uh yeah
Uh yeah
I-I-I got a junkie with a choppa he my favorite dealer
Had a cut the hoe off, I ain't seem to paint the paint the picture
N-Niggas fake, pussies, Im known now for what's the realer
Slide up in the crib like a bandit I'ma steal her
Got the-Got the pussy wet, Krispy Kreme I'ma fill her
Better come correct, I prefer you call me Mr
Boy we-Boy we know the truth we all know you ain't a killer
(Yeah)
(I got a junkie with a choppa he my favorite dealer yeah)
I got a junkie he my favorite junkie yeah
Nah for real
(fuh fuh fuh)
(wickkurcrazy)
Not that one tho
Ay ay
I-I-I got a junkie with a choppa he my favorite dealer
Had a cut the hoe off, I ain't seem to paint the paint the picture
N-Niggas fake, pussies, Im known now for what's the realer
Slide up in the crib like a bandit I'ma steal her
Got the-Got the pussy wet, Krispy Kreme I'ma fill her
Better come correct, I prefer you call me Mr
Boy we-Boy we know the truth we all know you ain't a killer
Finna buy my mama crib after that make figures
Bitches know me by my fragrance when I'm in the building
If I tote these tools momma promise I am not no villain
Hunnid, Thousand, Green, Blues, nigga can't you see the vision?
Heavy heart on WOK I'm sipping lean, I got no feelings too
She called me off the act, she asked me if i love her
Huh, She the girl i need so baby need no rubber
Uh, uh yeah
Uh yeah
I-I-I got a junkie with a choppa he my favorite dealer
Had a cut the hoe off, I ain't seem to paint the paint the picture
N-Niggas fake, pussies, Im known now for what's the realer
Slide up in the crib like a bandit I'ma steal her
Got the-Got the pussy wet, Krispy Kreme I'ma fill her
Better come correct, I prefer you call me Mr
Boy we-Boy we know the truth we all know you ain't a killer
(Yeah)
(I got a junkie with a choppa he my favorite dealer yeah)
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