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flipped the damn script
She fucked a demon and
Then ripped his heart and
Sank it like a ship
Girl I'm fucking sick and tired of the damage that you did
Is

find em, I'ma fight em
And tell em they not shit
She an opportunist, I'm a Buddhist
She the white Judas told myself
I'd never wife a girl that like to do

won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up

the dopest (Nah)
Dialed in not losing much focus
Bad grammar, say she love me the mostest
cy yo tell them niggas (Tell ‘em what bro?)
Tell ‘em to get off my

stats, you know that's I'm getting buckets
Feels like I'm on a treadmill just by the way that I run it
If my boys is runnin' thru you know they finna up it

Fucking til she suck it like it or love it
(Aww yeah) like it or love it

Impossible, impossible
How many niggas done jocked the flow
Young boy from

stop by
Uncle Wesley probably tell me, "You better not cry"
One more talk with Gwendolynn, she'll probably tell me, "Smile
Baby boy, I got your back,

right beneath me, thing ring, uh
Let that thing bling, hold on
Let that thing freeze, uh
Chopper hit that boy, hold on
Then I take his soul, hold on
Then

through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long

that scope
When I hit them little bitches
Like Remy my nigga

You save 'em, we slay 'em girl I ball

Whip whip whip, whip it
Me and your bitch in

blasian (Yeah)
NASCAR zoom, got my heart racin' (Zoom, zoom)

Turn around bae and get yo face in
She so different, could tell by that waist bend
Nah, she

a Florida boy
That Florida boy
Shawty ten toes for me, she got her feet up in the sand
Tell me that she love me every single time she can
Treat you like

'cause she gon' kiss him

Slatt, come meet the Walkers
If he movin' like me, then I taught 'em
See, he wanna be me, but that boy an impostor, he broke

This is that 6 in the morning
Boy still recording
Boy so exhausted
But boy does he want it
Soon as I let God in
Seemed to find my calling
Call it

Moseby
Why you mad at the bitch cause she chose me? Why you speaking on me, bro, you don't even know me
Foldin' up a hoe like a pan of Stromboli
Girl that

to stomp her
She say I ain’t shit, yeah, yeah, tell her I say “Fuck her”
Stay in fashion, high demandin’ and I’m lit, yeah (And I’m lit)
Tryna be like me

That boy missing all the the signs 
Who gon tell him
Tell me I'm one of a kind 
I excel em
Said she looking mighty fine 
Please don't dwell on it
She

Club Gettin' Crowded

Three 6 Mafia

Hoodstar

2006

and hugs
Real niggas got them gats and slugs
If you want, you can get it
Put a couple, in yo fitted
We ain't never scared trick
Tell 'em GIB did it

but he could lose that
Lil brody pull up
Take it from you like "Ayy we can use that"
(Shit)
The bitch just keep on talkin' out her
Mouth when she can

like Diddy, my Glock's bananas
And shawty want rings like she sonic
But I keep that shit strictly platonic
See, the key to the beat
To have keys

help you eat like utensils
Told em tell me something
And I don't hear one peep
Murdered all these tracks and I got rewarded
Can you call that good grief

ain't no boy but I'm toying with that
She get offensive when she see another bitch tryna mack
I cant help it imma dog I attract em like that
If we talking

Just by the way that I step
Take her church
She calling god in the bed
Mans is sick in the head
I’m trynna tell you that I’m just a jag
They say I

niggas crippin' don't call em' no crab
They get on your ass put your head in a bag
Heard you a bitch just like your dad
Say that she hate me damn you too