ok! (feat. Xloudboy)
Far From Egypt
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Switchin' my swag on a fuckboy hatin' F*ck what they say I'ma get to this paper Fuckboy tryna be me, lil' bitch you late Fuckboy tryna be me, lil' E won't take it F*ck your lil' bitch, lil' bitch can't take it Only real motherfuckers in my playlist And it's only bad bitches that's givin' me face, okay (Uh, uh) Just give me face, then get out my place, okay uh, 100K on this track, cant get in my Wraith Got a whole new trick, suckin' dick all day Put stones on the back, and that shit outrageous I ain't worried 'bout the cash, everyday I'm paid Can't touch my clothes, can't touch my paper (Can't touch my) shots in the back, it turn you to vapor Walk down on Xloudboy, ain't gon' make it Can't do no favor, but she gon' ride for the shit Said Xloudboy ain't even fake it Talkin' bout woods, lil' homie, I'll face it A.K.'s out the window, all got lasers Ain't got no razors, just gotta let it rain on the block I ain't givin' out tapers (I ain't givin' out shit) And I know came out the mud and shit And all of my diamonds, they flooded, shit Double cup got a lot of mud and shit (Bitch we trippin, uh) And I'm fuckin' this ho, she love this shit All geeked off the love and drugs and shit And it's D300, we run this shit (Bitch we run it all) Switchin' my swag on a fuckboy hatin' F*ck what they say I'ma get to this paper Fuckboy tryna be me, lil' bitch you late Fuckboy tryna be me, lil' E won't take it F*ck your lil' bitch, lil' bitch can't take it Only real motherfuckers in my playlist And it's only bad bitches that's givin' me face, okay It's pints in the motherfuckin' shoebox Got a blunt with some motherfuckin' moonrocks F*ck a bad bitch with a bikini and some tube socks They said I'm not welcome in who block? I took a trip to the motherfuckin' dentist and in my teeth, that motherfucker put two rocks And I said, baby, these real fuckin' diamonds I swear to God I can't get caught with no mood rocks This shit confidential, I can't even talk 'bout the bags I be gettin' to If I think he plottin', then I'm finna stop him, these bullets, they rippin' through If I pull a bag out the motherfuckin' bank then I'm puttin' a hit on you If I had no motherfuckin' money like you, I guess I would be trippin' too Young boy like f*ck this shit, don't know what you thinkin' Whole cup red, that's what I'm drinkin Keep a lil' pretty bitch and she Asian She bent over back, thought she was in the Matrix I'm finna cross him, get him out equation Boy, stop talkin' 'bout your blunt, just face it Boy, stop that hatin' shit, that shit lame as f*ck Switchin' my swag on a fuckboy hatin' F*ck what they say I'ma get to this paper Fuckboy tryna be me, lil' bitch you late Fuckboy tryna be me, lil' E won't take it F*ck your lil' bitch, lil' bitch can't take it Only real motherfuckers in my playlist And it's only bad bitches that's givin' me face, okay
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