Black Card (feat. Yung Cat)
Ky Moor
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Im finna give my pop a black card had to turn it up Brodie said G's don't dance i just jig it up Bitch why you lookin at me stupid? Do you wanna f*ck? Nigga said he lookin for the wock told em look me up I been getting money fore rap bitch i'm pre-paid You gotta suck me for we f*ck call it pre-laid We been takin chips so these niggas got no lays Nigga put me on his story, took all his plays Stupid They with me now Yo bitch wanna f*ck on me she said i'm g now I been gettin money i been runnin thru the P's now Bro just pulled up w a pint left w no lines Shorty pulled up too thick left w no spine And i told her double back when she want like a rewind Aye lil bitch you gotta go i need some free time I just dicked her down got her stuck on my v line I would text my girl but she was trippin yesterday So i said f*ck the arguing & went & made some damn pape How the f*ck you clean as hell but you ain't got no car These the typa niggas away you needa stay far Blokk Gang Musik so you kno it's members only Hunnid dolla 8's unless you tryna pull up on me Duh i'm tryna f*ck girl i'm never not horny but i gotta stay lowkey because these niggas tryna clone me Yea i checked the score & we up while you're mourning Ima shoot to kill i don't give out warnings The wood hella harsh bro why u ain't warn me Heat on my lap ain't nothing about it heart warming Big dawg if i don't f*ck with you i'll take your life Nigga do not touch my sprite I'll pull up on your bitch and have her gone tonight i'll pull up on an opp block get him gone tonight Taxin for the gas if you want it nigga come n shop But if you think you getting a deal nigga no you not Aight bro you get a lil money but I get a lot Flexin lil rolls in the gram boy you need to stop So much money in this bitch where ima hide it at Never see the opps outside where they be hidin at Brodie get a drop im on the way that's where we slidin at Heard he got a draky for the low you know im coppin that Yea Got a drum on that bitch Caught him at the store he tried to run in that bitch Free my niggas out that jam it ain't no fun in that bitch Beat a nigga ass it ain't no guns in that bitch If they let me in the club i got my gun in that bitch See the opps we gone clear the whole drum in that bitch Opp bitch wanna f*ck she don't even like me She keep pulling on my chain like nigga you icy Bag Back Bag Back You know yo nigga wanna icy me Way too many sticks in this bitch don't try and fight me Brodie say im trippin in this bitch shit i might be How the f*ck you hate me tryna be just like me Im finna give my pop a black card had to turn it up Brodie said G's don't dance i just jig it up Bitch why you lookin at me stupid? Do you wanna f*ck? Nigga said he lookin for the wock told em look me up I been getting money fore rap bitch i'm pre-paid You gotta suck me for we f*ck call it pre-laid We been takin chips so these niggas got no lays Nigga put me on his story, lost all his plays
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