Lyrics:
in the eye
Neither of my eyes won't read into your lies
You played me so hard when you named seven guys
Real talk, I just wanted you by my side
To hold
it
Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it
Back and forth 'cause we smoke them seven grams
Billboard shit I don't expect you
it
Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it
Back and forth 'cause we smoke them seven grams
Billboard shit I don't expect you
had to get mine
That's why I took the time to tell em, to kiss my ass in this rhyme
They said I didn't even rap good enough, to go get a stack
But
chubby guy comin straight from 7 mile
Your girl heard my style
And said "oo he's foul"
So tell your man to stop trippin bro
Or he gunna get rushed by 10
but don't ask me when
She fucked 7 niggas before me, I said I'm abstinent
I'm really not though
Louis V bag lil bitch
I told her do a lil dance and she
extensions just
So you could use 'em
I'd give you all my attention but
You don't wanna be truthful
Sick of this like it's syphilis
Sitting here with your
shots if he think he a soldier
Bitch tryna' kick it like we in a doja
Don't wanna talk when we bend ya shit over
I'm in the spot first nigga movin' if he
On business, (yea)
Everybody with me understood,
Cus it's understood,
It dnt need to b said,
Wen that cop car go right by, we finna hit the shed
Hook
I look
no longer half pass the pathway
I just said that shit and I'm halfway across
Just face the facts
I'm two good at this
I'm three times fast
Your four
I get that arab money like busta bus
I throw the condom on then I just rush to bust
Oh! oh! then I pop champagne
And I mix it with the goose it go
blisters
Getting fucked by white men for free, sounds like living in this country
I've had these thoughts since the age of seven, we need to talk about Kevin
secrets locked away and put up on the shelf
I keep your picture in my wallet so it's just you and wealth
Summer shawty do her dance cuz she got hella ass
I
Baby i'll get you in tune
For you I feel like a feen
I just don't know what to do
Get money by any means
Even if I gotta loot
See me a opp ima shh
Huh
hurt, we laughed till ribs hurt, called him a bitch
Hard to talk with your mouth full till you in the front seat
He said
I see how you've docked it inside
Made her shit clap
Made her shit clap, Made her shit clap
Uh, Lamar asking where I am? I said I'm right here
Hold up, I'll take the Glock, boy you gotta
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