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She say, "20 where the fuck we finna stay?"
Told her, "Baby, got the condo by the Staples"
I told her I'll pick her up if she ain't able
She said,
to be true
This witch opened the gate to the demonic flew
Decided to have a baby with this bitch
One became two I definitely did not miss
This news made
shinning like a light
Get the bag in the morning get it gone by the night
Tree block baby Pooh Pooh world better say it right
Pops out in New York now I
you up with the bad news
It's so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
Every dollar accounted for, double M
He look into it then hit you up with the bad news
It's so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
Every dollar
I've been raised like a goat
I got new passion
Suffocated by envy I grew past it
With this I'm passionate
I'm action with it
I'm madden hitting
I'm bad
you
And it wouldn't be nuttin' (wouldn't be nuttin')
(Grr) I wan' squeeze suttin'
(Baow) bad man don't squeeze for nuttin' (nah)
Bad man don't
I'm addicted
Strokes too good; got her tryin' new positions
My baby got drip now she flyer than a pigeon
In a dream,
Strip clubs and she dance for me
Beanie soulja on this one nigga
Say it's your boy dexter dey here so o
One by one,aosha le para wa
She bad and she bad
She bad and she bad
She bad
Can I get a ride
Runnin' late for the show
Made my baby cry
Don't know how to move slow
She kicked me to the curb
Back to rollin' up dope
Bring it
First name basis with the plug I be shopping
He get a new one in you know that I'm copping
I'm drowning out the opps ain't no competition
I go bring
dividends
Baby girl want me to wife her, I tell her, "It depends"
Gotta make sure she a rider or I ain't feeling it
Gotta make sure she a rider, gotta be
What I'm gone need with that shit
Why I'm gone need a new bitch
When my old bitch still a bad bitch
Ya'll sound just bout that shit
Yeah mmhhmm yep
This flow has been brought to you by the real jitt/
New Poetry off of the Yard real spit/
True story I survived the shit /
Wit no script /
Chain gang
we're alive in the morning
Problem after problem, man this shit is nothing new
Get together
We'd be married
Then divorced by 22
See I know that you
more on my health
Mind over matter
Only the strong survive
Where I come from
My baby the skinny ni**** will ride
Look glock 22 40 cal with the dick on it
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
with the bad
I've been disappointed by every bitch I ever had
Either she was dick crazy or cheddar mad
Shame what they did for them jeans and them
Newark Lady Bricks what’s good
I got my crew and you got your crew,
We could get a room I could show you lil sum new
I bring my pole with me
We’ll have
break my bones, but chains and whips excite me
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex baby,
Let's talk about you and me
Let's talk
down hill from there.
So get on with your life baby,
Please let me get on with mine.
Each day brings a new confusion,
Another way to break this
bitch, I'm tryna dial my baby mama
I don't need need a bad bitch, hoe I need some commas
Yeah, bring the money to the front door, uh
Junkies all
now (play that)
I like to play by my rules, that's the bad news
For you, damn
And I must say, sometimes you're too much
You're too much
You're too
out the bottle
I don't give a fuck what you do
We here to restore the feeling baby
Ayo matter fact
How you say you from New York
Without saying you from
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