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Blicky B

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What we doin'? Gettin' money
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
They doin' hatin' on us
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
They doin' hatin' on us
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money

Lame hoes, no fame hoes
I ain't fuckin' with none of you bitches
I break down a dutch then I'm puttin' you in it
My Glock got a beam when I aim it's gon' hit ya
Can't cop this shit cause it's limited edition
That bitch aint a opp, but he hang with them niggas
When I catch em out, bet them bitches is finished
Someone should've warned her that Blicky a menace

Shit on these bitches, I do it for fun
Ain't talkin' money, I ain't hearin' nothin
Blicky so pretty, she really the one
Robbin' these bitches, ho, give her some fund
Say it's all sight, but she ain't see me once
I'm in the suburbs, you hoes in the slumps
Call up my nigga, that Glock, he gon' dump me
Saitama these bitches, they knockin' with one punch
Saitama these bitches, they knockin' with punch
I'm in my bag, so I don't give a f*ck
Taggin' on they toes up to God em up
Grimy ass bitches, yes I will set you up
Run up the bucks
No cap, we get you touched
I'm in the store, I run it up
Shoutout to Yeat, so high, I'm stuck
Got the nerve to test me dumb
You die with bullets in your lungs
Get out the streets, you too damn young
There's other ways to stack ya funds
Like, stop shootin' at niggas for racks
I shoot my shot like a cashier he bagged
I'm speedin' up and I'm ridin' your ass
Oh I'm mistaken, it's you, I just passed
I kill the witness, I don't need a mask
Your bitch a drinker, she carry her flask
Look at my nigga, then she gettin' stabbed
I don't play bout mine
Only bout service when I hit his line
I'm steady curvin', I'm down like decline
Textin' broke niggas, a waste of my time
I get to shootin',  just actin' out of  line
Bitches be pressed like a shirt, but it's fine
I got the .30, The Mac and  a nine
Put it to domes and we let out that fire
Like, what

Lame hoes, no fame hoes
I ain't fuckin' with none of you bitches
I break down a dutch then I'm puttin' you in it
My Glock got a beam when I aim it's gon' hit ya
Can't cop this shit cause it's limited edition
That bitch aint a opp, but he hang with them niggas
When I catch em out, bet them bitches is finished
Someone should've warned her that Blicky a menace

Someone should've warned  em there Blicky ain't missing on  none
Wait, I rap like it's Christmas, got talent I'm gifted on what
Ay, I'm in my city, Milwaukee, we gettin' them bucks
Ay, we caught him lackin', he runnin', but ran out of  luck
I told you that I'm better than these bitches
How much
Round two, never let up on these bitches
AP, cloned who
I'm embarrassed by you bitches
And let this be a lesson, I don't care about you bitches
I'm on that a dope pack, Opps in a new pack
I wanna shoot that bitch, find her low stat
He piss me off, man, that nigga make me so mad
Bro, when I hang this nigga where the rope at , like
Oh, I'm talkin' crazy
Oh, that boy my baby
He gon' drive me crazy
In a new a Mercedes
Yeah, cause I only f*ck with the rich
I ain't suckin' no broke, nigga, dick
Uh-huh, I only f*ck with the rich
You won't catch me ridin' that shit
You won't catch me bittin' that shit
You won't catch me mindin' that shit
I don't pay no attention, cause it ain't payin' me in benji's
I want benji's, I need 100 racks
When I rap, I'm gonna get 100 plaques
Tell them bitches Fendi like I'm fendi fact
All these bitches petty, nigga, gimme that
Yeah

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