FUCK
Barely Legal
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Six speed floor Sixteen doors I got sixteen whores I need sixteen more Heard them niggas talking that shit Man I don't give a f*ck Don't need your pity bucks We done fucked around turned the whole city up Heard your life look shitty bruh Probably wrote this suckin on a titty huh Everyday sum different Get off of your ass & lets get it Do the dash & go rack up them digits I smoke pack while you smokin that midget I really am with it My bank account know I'm committed My nigga my pockets look fat And my bitch got a figure If he poppin a flight then I'm poppin a jigga Bitch I'm way too high cant pose for a picture Good vibes in the sky Pray I f*ck on her sister and after I hit her I act like I miss her so I can go flex on a nigga Had to go change up my life so I can take care of my niggas Off white on a flight Bitch I got options and triggers Good gas for the night Please do not pass me no swishers Please do not pass me no swishers Six speed floor Sixteen doors I got sixteen whores I need sixteen more Had to crack the seal on a fanta just to pour Double cup Double blunts Built like ford And I'm probably wearing shit that you probably cant afford Oh my lord We smoke green like a chore Pack after pack Got ten sacks like I'm Oar If you gon cap bout your cash you can't score You can't F*ck ay F*ck ay We don't give a f*ck nigga F*ck ay F*ck ay We don't f*ck with f*ck niggas F*ck ay F*ck ay I don't give a f*ck nigga F*ck ay F*ck ay We don't f*ck with f*ck niggas F*ck ay f*ck ay I don't give a f*ck nigga F*ck ay F*ck ay we don't f*ck with f*ck niggas F*ck ay F*ck ay I don't give a f*ck nigga F*ck ay F*ck ay We don't f*ck with f*ck niggas You either pick a side or don’t say nothing Because I’m get em when that day come Yeah I get stripes but I take one My soda darker than A1 That’s your bitch she ain’t say nothing Your plug playing he can keep the loot Imma go broke trying to send the troops Lace the blunt the like navy blues He was laying down we can take his shoes Blowing pink like a bag of skits Everybody hatin my name Chris They tried to run off on some tragic shit You can never play me for a jitt nigga Because you ain’t nothing but a bitch nigga I would take yo shit She a triple B big booty bitch nigga He so scared he ain’t doing shit I’ll take his big sister real crisp The words soft like a bag of Satin These Versace’s not John Maddens I call plays like Phil Jackson F*ck yo bitch and ask what happened Shit mane I don’t even know Shit mane I don’t even know I don't know I don't even know mane I swear to god mane I don’t even moths fuckin know boy She a freak hoe She was coming throwing neck Left and right at the team Ahahahlloksyunfjeuhefb She crazy with it Barely Legal
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Written by: Charles Braggs, Josiah Marshall
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