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I was going through it bad
Like where did you go
Where did you go nigga
You supposed to do the homework
Well guess a bitch got to get dirty get her
honest (let's go)
Flamed a nigga for runnin' (flame), flamed a nigga for snitchin' (flamed)
Flamed a nigga for flexin', poppin', talkin' that shit
You rocking with Keagan Holland
Yeah if you don't know you'll know by the end of the night let's go
I love GNGRR
You'll know by the end of the night
say, we have little in common
Same convo goes on every day, I'd get sick of her talking
Hit Joe Budden's pod and let it play, like this beat that I'm
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
You can always get some from me
(David Johnson now)
Well if you're not holding
And if I'm not holding
We can go find some other head
Find out
will prolly hurt
I could still feel her spirit lurk as she looks at me from the stars
Im probably going to meet her when you gas me for who I are
Let me
leave her alone
Don't let her go
Don't leave her alone
Don't leave her alone
Don't let her go
Don't let her go
Take her by the hand if you have to
Don't
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
the rock
Like I'm dwyane, I'ma go give her the johnson
I got the cheese, like them niggas in wisconsin
I'ma fly, take off like a rocketship
Like little
you rather count money
Or count blessings?
Let the cops kill us off without stressing
Or go to war, like what is martial law to me?
Oh pardon me
A part
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
let's go and then she
Rock that, yeah she got that dope
I see her pop that, Please don't stop that show
Lil mamma got that, yeah she rock that oh
Baby you wanna ever go (Ever Go)
I'll let you know next flight on the smack shuttle (Shuttle)
We bump Big Bro by Quavo that's the Huncho (Huncho)
Do you
underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's baby powder and the Polo colonge
Fresh dressed like a million bucks, threw on the Bally
clowns
The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger
And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger"
go at
I done been to chain gang, I don't want to go back
This that hoopin' shit, baby
Yeah I break the pussy's ankles, baby
Dream shake her
some condoms
Instagram model at the hotel textin' me now
Want me to give her the Johnson
Damn, that nigga Baby on fire and it won't go out
They know
Hahaha
Hahaha
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Yeah
Woah
Yaa
Woah
Her texts is gettin green
She gettin old
By baddies gettin old
My baddies
Gotta
around
Jump in a Mercedes, let’s go around town
Go to an IHOP, get some bacon and lounge
Just chilling with the coffee and
A couple of strips
Served well
to the e-way
Or drive to Eastlake park by way of first avenue
Keep straight or go right
I chose to go straight
Go down by the lake
No traffic in sight
No cars
Ahh too late I'm gonna blow it here we go
[Woman]:
Uh! shoot it all over me!
[Adam Sandler]:
Alright. Okay let me hit stop. And let me rewind that
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
this fame
It ain't worth a lot
Only thing I know, is I'll never let you go
As she takes the stand
By the look in her eyes I can tell that's she
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