FOB
MC Leon
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Best foot first, kicking shit like Chun-Li Car moving flashy, hoes be asking who's he Drowning out the noise in my S.U.V Blocking all these hoes with my F.U b, if I seem to be rude then excuse me Give me space, let me dance, I be swaying groove I ain't mad, matter fact, have my next boo, please We don't want no lazy hoe that ain't got no duties Ratchet bitch, with the tights and a set of hoopies Hella stars in her eyes, got to cop her rupees Solar with the plug, hit my line then you'll see, young Mack on the track is the next new G If she ask for that cash then it's best that you please Hit a lick then dip in my fresh new sleeze You don't want no problems, just my next few threes Cuz I be scoring by the buckets like my net's two three Everybody wants to bet but nobody got a sleeve Everybody wanna love but nobody wanna cheat Everybody likes the table but nobody's got a seat World star likes beef but nobody wanna meet Walk by with the sauce and I make it look easy Chacha with the slide and we make it look breezy Claiming that you mine, ima need to see a receipt Back of the line if you think that you gon' beat me B.O.B status so all we do is C3 Raise the bar, chase a check, f*ck the law, rep the set, on the floor, I protect, got the Lord, on my chest, hit the scene, when I'm set, what's the mood, never stress Everybody wants to bet but nobody got a sleeve Everybody wanna love but nobody wanna cheat Everybody wants the plug but nobody wants the weed Everybody hates the club but nobody wanna leave We be smoking up in the place, ain't got a blunt with me Roll with straight shooters so we keep it buck fifty Killing hella shows, my shit better than the TV Young scary nigga, heebeegee It's a new age nigga, crack don't sell But if we talking music, then crack done well Never talking secrets nigga, Mack don't tell Just hit me with numbers nigga, Mack don't spell Eating up these digits, tryna chase a meal Stacking to ceil, life of the party, hella trill, mellow still I might take your bitch to the hills, then we hit her in the bed no Netflix and chill, Pop Smoke Everybody wanna bet but nobody got a sleeve Yeah we all wanna love but nobody wanna cheat Everybody got potential but they won't pay the fee She be asking what you on, I said it's all on me
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