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TM$ Woedie

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Damn, man, this bit ride
Got me, she don't care for a limousine
Send this soul shit up to heaven, she actin' like a menace
We just talkin' on your step as if I feel it, talkin' reckless. We gon' get him for his necklace, yeah, yeah

Like it's yoga, we gon' stretch him. Send this soul shit up to heaven, since he actin' like a menace, yeah
Body droppin', momma's cryin', I'm your grave digger
I'm your grave digger
Mmm, yeah. I'm gettin' paid, nigga

Cut the bitch off quicker, she too boozy for the brain, nigga
F*ck it, I came to hit your maze, nigga
Pop the perfect teen and ain't do nothin', I need a 30
Leave this shit on the back, but when we shoot this bitch, I carry

None of my niggas worry, pop that diss and we be burgin'
Pull up in the Suburban and leave this shit on McFlurry
That's that murder shit, bitch, yeah, that's that murder talk
I never heard of y'all, bitch, so I'm tryna burn it out

Don't pass my words, none of you niggas burnin' by myself
If I don't call you fam, you never been up in my house
You better not kiss that bitch, I might've been up in her mouth
It ain't no switchin' clips, love all my guys the same amount

Just had a shiver, bitch, I fucked a good bro right in the house
She text me bout this shit, boutin' me and my niggas out
I need a lot of money, ship me to say a lot of hunnids
Ain't got no time for fussin', you gon' see that fire bustin'

Made a band and they came in this bitch with 500
I went and got my bitch on special, cause my time comes
Rollin' up some Goofy, girl, this shit hit, get you Gucci, baby
I just hit like two for one, but I still gettin' too impatient

Rollin' up my medication, never reach my destination
Can't wait until I'm up, R.A.P. most of the eight trips
We just stompin' on your steppas, if I feel it, talk, I'm reckless
We gon' get him for his necklace, yeah

Like it's yoga, we gon' stretch him, send his soul straight up to heaven
Since he actin' like I'm in it, yeah
Body's droppin', mama's cryin', I'm your grave digger
Yeah, I'm gettin' paid, nigga, cut the bitch off quicker

She too boozy for the brain, nigga, but f*ck it
I came to hit your man's nigga, pop the perfect ting
It ain't do nothin', I need a 30, leave this shit on the back
But when we shoot this bitch like curry, none of my niggas worry

Pop that bitch and we be purgin'
Pull off in the Suburban and leave this shit on McFlurry
Damn, man, this bitch ride
A-Ford

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