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Punched a bitch-nigga, that's domestic abuse Why the fuck you lying You know that's not true Why you playing imposter You know that's not you No one
as me But no bitch-niggas (no no bitch-niggas) They keep tearing me down Cause they don't understand my sound I get it But how can they say That
bitch-niggas like momma taught me One man with no weapon at war, but I'm an army My flow is captain, attention, lieutenant Your penny pension and they
bitch-nigga, get down (get down) Best be glad I can't put a switch on this .44 (this .44) Know it's gonna jam soon as I try to let it rip (let it rip) So I
Bitch-nigga, I'm 'bout my revenue (yeah) I might go cop me a Bеntley coupe (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) She think shе bring out the better me (What?) But I think I
bitch-nigga live with no wife Keep the pain of the price Prices with the dice Give a fuck about your life Rollin' rally stripes High like a kite, G-4 every
a bad ass bitch. bitch-nigga You know, all bitches ain't women You can make a hundred calls and won't get 'em back pimpin Try everything you know; its
the mainstream! BLAOW! I had to make ya all mad Hit ya off, interludes, bounce to Trinidad Now I see a bitch-nigga soundin so soft Make a nigga cough, breakin
a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up Bitch...nigga!!! Bitch...nigga!!! Bitch...nigga
it We in all red like the fuckin Soviet Army, Russia bitch-nigga if he talking crazy Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy
I'm about my bag just like my bitch,nigga Told my bro pull up,he got the stick Ain't no catching feelings bout a bitch,nigga Last night I dreamt
the involvement before she give me the sucky Bitch-nigga it's not too late, check the clock You think you real, you a pussy, sipping wock Got the nigga posted, he
dick, you hit the lottery I know all the stars, astrology Last deposit, fucked up the whole economy Get that, spent twenty-ten, bitch-nigga Kush piffany,
nigga, slide for the stick Bitch-nigga sipping on lean He sound like J Cole and Comethazine Nigga try the promethazine Got a white plug, yet he wagging
care of me And tell me, who the fuck you gon' find Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas This is mine Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind I'm sick
One, two, three, kick it Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path 'Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had Bitch-nigga
the bitch-niggas at the party next door (That way) Hidden hills, I ain't hidin' from you But wifey cookin' and I been hungry I know you lookin' tryna count the money
I drop you mothafuckin' niggas on the (weekend) (Lettin' you know that) bitch-nigga don't start You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak My
Ik ken me jongens en we zijn lit nigga ey Ik kan niet rollen met een bitchnigga ey Ze willen dingen van ons inpikken ey Ik wil goud op mijn
a bitch-nigga would (yeah, fuck that bitch) Smokin' all this gas in the hood (huh) Blowin' all this gas, Hazelwood (fuck) I just wanna know where you from
a rope All them Mexicali niggas always lookin for hope After one turns, bitch-niggas learn not to coke Can I live without any battles to face? Hell no, I
diese Bitch-Niggas mir viel zu viel reden Run big Man down and ching in his Face again Ich hab' euch gesagt, ich mach' sie mir klar sie Ist eine Zehn
You not fucking up my day, bitch/nigga get the fuck out my way hey! I'm having a real good day, bitch/nigga get the fuck out my way hey, I'm having
the mood (what? Yeah) Bust my inner tube tryna shoot at dude (damn, boom, boom) We was ridin' on bikes tryna get a strike Bitch-nigga, we been into it
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