Can We All Get Along (feat. Reese)
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Can we get along and leave home all the drama My child's mother got demoted to a baby momma ma-momma And I don't even like that word forreal Truth to be told dat bitch be gettin on my nerves for real Had to block her from the boom because my words too real Now she listen to him and her, f*ck what you heard for real Them games you play, and childish ways, you need to curve forreal Or we'll be up in court, like b2k, you can get served for real I got a nine millimeter named after my daughter F*ck it being hard out her for a pimp, try being a good father They want to holler when they see you bout that might dollar Send you naked pictures, tell you come over l, and ask like for hundred dollars I don't play whit deez bitches, Mamma D said away whit deez bitches I don't stay whit deez bitches, I'm all bout my chips, so I don't frito lay whit deez bitches (UGH, UGH) I just spent a thousand on my diesel Told her throw it back like it's evizu If it ain't bounty child I see you when I see you I'm movin in to the next bitch, and if the next bitch, happen to be someone you had sex whit (No regrets) It ain't no disrespect no way, no not at all Thought you should know before we have to get the cops involved Can we all, just get along Roll a thousand blunts and hit a million bongs I'm just tryna keep the peace now So what's whit all the f*ck you's and f*ck me's now Can we all, just get along And if we can't, just leave me alone Just leave me alone If it ain't bout my baby momma it's another woman when I'm tryna get in my zone I be having to cut off my phone, cuz deez hoes won't leave me alone No debating bitch, I'm on vacation bitch, from what relationships It's crazy how a chick Can take da dick better than take a hint (Aww) I don't want no relations, i just copped a new crib and it's spacious I done came along way from the basement, that's ya girl nah we sexually dating She be lighting up my call log, once I giver her this dick she gon call off In in her candy shop once her panties drop My candy rain she lick it aaaall off And that's nasty, hashtag reasons why I'm smashing If she pregnant turn into Michael trapson Call her Billie jean and start dabbin This what happen, when you mad and you get in the booth with the pen and start spazzing And you don't give a f*ck what they say, who they are, cuz you have no regard for your actions I ain't got no filter nigga, last name ain't smith but I will deliver Talbayne a mortician, whit the drums n kicks, so embalm this bitch cuz I killed it nigga Fucks I give bout zero nigga, so don't try to play me for a fraud Cuz it's all fun n games, till I pull up the screen shots of ya broad whit my cock in her jaw Can we all, just get along Roll a thousand blunts and hit a million bongs I'm just tryna keep the peace now So what's whit all the f*ck you's and f*ck me's now Can we all, just get along And if we can't, just leave me alone Just leave me alone
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