Inns Bitch (feat. Fastbuckz Jay)

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(Goo)
(I'm finna slide)
Pop out switchy in my hand
Harlem shake we make him dance him shake, we make him dance
Play, get his ass in check
Outside, they on that
My cat, my dog, he on that Milo, quit to scratch if you approach that
Too cold, gotta have that heater
Bitch blow up like it's a heater
If they blow, then we gon' fuckin' blow back
Jay with the Drake, you know he on that
Don't worry about them, get the money, you know that
Bands come first, yeah, that's for sure that
Bitch, it's Jay, you know I'm in this bitch
Hop out, hit his wick, hit him in his shit
Now, he in my blunt, me and Clo in this bitch
Ridin' foreigners, we the shit ARP, hit him in his top
Pancake, make him flop
Catch her cheatin man ha as-
Man, she a fuckin' bop
In the hawk, you know we gone
Hit that nigga ahh the crack his dome
She a lyin' bitch, but pretty, I can't leave her alone
Yeah, she's a loud bitch, I tell her, lower down your tone
(Bitch)
From the A, you know we cool
Shorty Shakin' ass, she ruthless
Shorty's doin' the team
Posed with dem things, bitch you know we do it's
On the sense she gon ' crazy
You got kids, I ain't takin' care of your baby
Ride, around, Mercedes, Purple rain, but baby, this ain't Prince
You used to fuckin' with lames, but baby, this ain't that
Shut down, have a heart attack
This bitch too easy, she let me fawk
I ain't need have the try.. with who? I wonder why
All these bitches do is lie
This shit ain't sweet, this shit ain't pie
Mixin' up in the kitchen
Shorty can't do dishes
But doin' dick, they bitch flippin'
Callin' my phone, bitch, tweakin
Jay in this bitch, I'm in this bitch
We in this bitch, too lit
Wanna bump we can get into it, micro Drake, you know I shoot it
In the party, bitch, they booted
You smellin' funky, get you booted
This gas stinks, this shit too strong
He swear, he dolo, he rock alone
FN, that break his back
You know it's that we drop the rakes
You know Clo she got your bitch
On the floor, she drunk as shit
Can you stop callin'? I don't wanna talk right now
Leave me alone
You callin' me, I'm tryna make a song
Stop blowin' up my phone, bitch I'm way younger than you
You callin' me, you need to be on grown, shit
You just blew me, you supposed to be a fuckin' grown bitch
How you know that you too much for me and I can't work with you
I rather ignore ain't tryna hurt I ain't answer since yesterday, why you callin' again today
Let me know, what the f*ck, you wanna go
I'm sorry that your bitch don't please your ocean
But I can't be the one to flow, bitch, I cannot be your cope
Cause I take the drugs to cope, she do illegal shit
Drugs over the border from Mexico
(From Mexico)

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