Me2Myself (feat. Reapp & 2HunnidBaby)

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.Icky

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Did it one time I can do it again
Can't come around you know you are condemned
She fucking me up she didn't have my consent
Listen what I say like I got an accent
Said a couple things till in the cement
I made her so mad but that's not what I meant
I'm still doing better so how do you figure
I call her my Mrs. she call me her Mr,
We be so close you thought she was my sister
Don't get it twisted, I'll still kill a nigga
I Just got these days where I be in my feelings
Express through my music, like really Just listen
I'll die for you I'll even end up in prison
See it right now I can see through my vision
Called me yo friend but you really be dissin'
Do nothing to me but you really keep distant
6 AM in the morning, (Yuh)
Sun coming up and I'm floating
Hopin',
Today be the day that I toastin' (Yuh)
To a million or more but I never know (I'm going)
Woah, all of these bitches gon' go
Nothing gon' stay that's fasho'
Keeping that shit on the low, low
Who knew the come up so slow?
What I done got myself into?
Went to the bank then withdrew
Couple hundred wit' no issue
Bitch continue, I never done missed you
Clean up my plate when I'm eating,
I'm feasting, and feeling I never deceive it I promise to god
That give out my word
I promise to god that i'd make up my worth
Bitch
Keep me a glock
Nigga run up get popped
I'll put yo mans inna box
Ain't from New York but I keep me a knock
Them niggas they mad we keep spinnin' they block
Air out a nigga they lined him with chalk
My youngin' Don' talk
He blow at the opps
My nigga he reckless he Don' give a f*ck
See me in that truck and you better duck
Niggas stay dissin' they tryin' they luck
Put it on god when I see you, it's up
It's automatic I'll hit em' wit' subs
No them niggas can't f*ck wit' us
When I see em I can't discuss
Uppin' a Gen and that bitch gon' bust
That bitch gon bust?
That bitch gon bust
Bitch gon' bust I ain't talking bout guns
And yo hoe got a love for the lust
Deep pockets I got love for the money
And f*ck you if you try and take from me
Let me continue,
Order yo bitch yea she right off the menu
Call yo bitch baby I call my bitch nephew
Never saving hoes I am not to the rescue
She sneeze off that shit I am not saying bless you
Aye, put you in a coffin
Know I say it often
But these niggas keep talking
You calling bitches mommy
I'm showing off my money
I'm shooting with a Tommy
Weak with the aim cuz I'm flocking off Molly's (Ay)
Flocking off Molly, I May be the problem
Someone better watch him
Nobody can stop him
I step on the water and walk like the father cause I got the lost, uh
Hold up I said wait one second
Nobody had mentioned the obvious
Question of: "how he so destined to make him a million"
No tripping lil bitch
I be winning lil bitch
I ain't kidding lil bitch
I Don't keep me a switch
But it ain't like that
Cause' I Will fight back
And I Will throw hands
Cause' ya bitch throwback
And yo boys is whack
Uh, ay, bitch

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