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brra
I got my niggas be shipping that gas by chat
She got some class and i like that
She got them titties and goddamn i like that
Look how amazing
She

die young how
Yo temperature feeling
I still got that squad I still got that plug
I see a lot a niggas using drugs
Might as well sell em wholesale
(ha

Yo, B-Side, this beat sound like 1989
Yo baby, I'ma sing it to you like this one time.
It go
You! You got what I need
But you say he's just a friend

Yo, I got a playa to win, I pack em in When I see my homies, it's a vibe like what's
happening It's a late night with the rest of voice
Yo I gotta

her keyboard smashing with some other men
Curving bitches for her like she guaranteed
Just check my phone I got no DMs
Yo bitch throw it back I’m her

chick an keep these bitch niggas made at me
Rose from the trenches now these niggas wana battle me
They know that I got that shit that make they chick

I been on that road
Thuggin'
Keep the 40 on me, riding with a puppy got me clutching
Like I'm Corey you can get the house special what's yo budget

Come around playin' wit my muh fuckin money
My nigga expect to get whacked
I'm posted on each side of town
You see me in yo hood i done set up a trap

missed aye
She want it all
That's another argument aye
I don't care where you goin
I ain't trippin on a bitch
As soon as you be gone
Then it's next up

painting it red
Oouu I paint it red

Feel like John Wick, totting nine blics, silent
Move in silence, that fye hit and leave you spineless
Where yo mind

go behind my back
To them bitches telling lies
Shit be crazy
How yo main niggaz changing on a daily
Go by myself
Don't need no help
Them losses I

don't impress me
I beat the pussy til ya legs weak
Stuck on ya mind to till the next week
Got my dick all where yo chest be
All the pretty shit don't

the shiesty that's gone snatch yo ice
I send my demons round the way i bet they gone pass twice
Glocky wit a dick it's like I'm finger-fuckin a Dyke
I got

then left
Right I seen him stutter WHAT?
He didn't duck and got
Stuck wit' yo' uppercut!
Now hear the crowd screaming
It's like they fiendin'
Oh, don't

Don't bother say if it ain't true
That goes for me and that goes for you
My mistakes are made by me
Your mistakes are made by you

[Verse1]
My mistakes

the shit that's on my chain
Big S G for L, that nigga Bandz done paved the way
If I up that swoop and aim yo way, I'm hitting brain

Nigga

Look, snuck

hit by all the thugs
Stop callin me askin what up wit the club cuz you lookin for niqqaz that just wanna cum
Imma show you the fun while i follow

learn the hard way

Some people switched up on me I did this by my lonely
Fuck boy you not my homie I don't got time for phony
Its niggas tryna clone me

thotties in the VIP
You flex the Lamb, but you prolly got that shit on lease
Ain't even got receipts
That must be c'est la vie
Pressed by the flexing
My

again
I got the sauce
Damn
Valentina
Keep yo girl
On her toes
Ballerina
You know I stay with that drip
Like Fox 49 Nick
Call it
Aquafina
I don't promote

riding with me
Hittin her shit nigga like damn
Move back to back but I'm up in a jam
Dunkin this shit like space jam
Shout out Jordan on my feet
I got yo

I be praying to God
I wonder is it going through
No one else on my side
Cause you can't fuck with niggas that's hating on you
Only giving head nods

love me bad
But girl I'm bad for you
Girl, I'm bad for you
Don't be trippin' over me
I got too many things, oh
That would tear us in two
I won't lie, I

them angles
Like I be that wrestler, white boy, Kurt Angle
I think that I'm still protected by my grandma prayers
I be every fucking where
I do every