Lyrics:
white, Madonna white, hit me you tryna find the white
These key sales could get me shells like Obama wife
So I hold the llama tight, send you to Satan
buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me
by that Nina
LOOK
Got too many options
Bait on the line keep em reeling in
From Brittany to Keysha, To Tina, Felicia
That's 4 on the line, and they all
Callin' Baton Rouge
Operator, won't you put me on through
I gotta send my love down to Baton Rouge
Hurry up, won't you put her on the line
I gotta
every day without you
Send you letters
Saying that I think about you
Anything you tell me
I won't doubt you
Saying give me
One more chance
To figure out
surrounded by thunkies (Flunk)
If you ain't me, I don't trust ya (Nah)
You only got one time to show your True Colors
Sucker Free for the Dummies
All I got is
Hey, think I got a hunch, send my boys to the store told em grab a bunch
D-Floor, 2pm, we were having lunch, say you’re writing hits but I only heard
it's ruthless, air you out from the Ubers
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya'
You wouldn't get that from me yo, you'd overlook me
Looking
It's no race but I call it a track meet
Anchor to the song's finale, the baton
Passed to me by Ras Kass, lead off by Apathy
When that starter pistol rang
I hit her wit a phone call
Ivia wit a heart emote
Snapchat she sends the nudes
Too much drank got her loose
She hit me on my line
Her name wit
of the line
Liar hoe saying you mah Cousin
Like my momma and your momma sister's or something
Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in
Blah! Knuckle hammers
of the line
Liar hoe saying you mah Cousin
Like my momma and your momma sister's or something
Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in
Blah! Knuckle hammers
Bought a little land
Had to have a barn
Landed me a woman with horses in her heart
True what they say grass is greener on a farm
It'll make
I just wanna know the deal
and by the way
You were supposed to hit my line when you're down
Baby what you talking about
When you said you love me
I
Then I send it right back
I can't handle myself
Sometimes
Lord correct me if I'm
Ever steppin' out of mine
But I got ones who can't wait to attack
brought my chick back
A Khloe and the Fendi
And used twenty grand worth of
Benji for the gift wrap
Me against this bitch is a mismatch
Cause every line I
passion
Caught this bitch choppin', saw she blastin
Grab you by your hair, smack your ass while I'm smashin
I'm a thug
Ayy, ayy, they don't love me like I
We'll fight for Harry Bridges and build the C.I.O
They built a big bonfire by the Matson Lines that night
They threw their fink books in it and they
the type to livin' out my man name
Any nemesis of mine, I have 'em
Missin' they lives, reminiscin' in hell
Fell victim to my nine, niggas persecute me
My
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Hold on, huh i make this shit look
Hold on, hold on, look, huh
I make this shit look good, uh
Flexin' on 'em
Now they got me playing by the rules
Never knew that I’d be making money moves
But when they hit my phone I’m through
I don’t want to go back
Just
on the inside, and on your blindside
Shoot you right between your motherfuckin' eyebrows
Ooh, kill 'em, it's that Carter 5, let me get 'em
I'm feeling like John
bit, it was me, myself, and I
Got it all on my brother, but me, myself, and I
I like this shit, so I cannot drive
If you play with brother, send his ass
a motherfucking friend[00:14.21]Blicky by my side till the very end[00:16.64]And all these bitches on my line but I've been chasing M's[00:19.30]Can't complain this
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