Return To Sender (feat. Fatt)

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Don Juanito

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"I'm not mad about that bitch. For one, that's not my baby mama. I took a nigga baby mama, he can have her back
Think she has a whole four-year-old kid, gang? F*ck you talkin' bout"

Why you cappin' all your raps? You ain't with the shits. Leave your mans at the store while he was gettin' woods
Send your girl out with your guns and you don't ride with it. And you ain't tough without your mans. Who you playin' with

Ten to one, that's your plans, we ain't aimin shit. Hundred rounds, we can dump or hit your man with this
And you ain't makin' any plays, who you gamin' with? Ain't none of you my ops and I got aim assist
Flex on your nigga Dana, he a plain lil' bitch. Try to check me with my kid, but he fold it quick
Mad I fucked your baby mama, who you wasn't with? And your new girl hit your mans on some clown shit

You think you out here swimmin, but you really drownin. And I don't even rap like this, I be clownin'
And bad bitch sit with me, she Italian. And I got 120 for me and they're countin'
Lil' bro checked you on foot and he was smilin. Car full of gang, gang and you rerouted
Only wanted one-on-ones, you wasn't bout it. Lost all of that support, losin' the bald, bitch

And your new bitch at the club and you at home, shit. Probably didn't know all the bros who done boned it
Or all them other niggas that she on the phone with. Tryin' not to get ate up by them bugs that's in your bed
Askin' your now baby mama for help with the rent. Actin' like you ain't got two parents to help you vent
Actin' like you ain't got em co-signin for your whip. And I be on the block, buyin' diamonds, that's legit

Givin' the world to my kids, that's how I live. And you see counterfeit, lame-ass raps, watch me counter this
I'm like Optimus, cause I never miss. You gon' see me how I live my life, I just sit and flip
I ain't got no time for that vittin'. Niggas out here cappin', man, these niggas out here trippin'
You hop up in the whip with your gang and then you spin it. These niggas ain't talkin' money, man, they really ain't talkin' chicken

I slide out on the block, I catch a opp and get him hit. She knowin' she a thot, this bitch, she knowin' she ain't on shit
We tryin' to get this bag, stay up on it, makin' flips. Catch him with that mag, we gon' bat him in his shit
In his shit, bitch
How'd that sound

How'd that sound
How'd that sound
Yeah

F*ck you talkin bout
Hey, stop swipin' up stop, bro, stop
Bro, get that out your head, your brother cappin' to you

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