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And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up
on and popping
I don't care who's watching
Tell ya girls (Boys) to fall back cause ain't no way I'm stopping
Dance the pain away
Passive with the things you say
break in your home and take the specifics
And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with ya
So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains
We find out
on the ground,
let ya rims spin make your girl go down,
"Playalitical" I got that new Midwest sound,
yall tippy toe here boy I run this town.
Verse 2 - What your
lemons
You'll understand it's 'bout the widow's peak here when I'm finished
Stick to sub-tweeting boy stay up out my mentions
Got a diss already I won't
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
I'll be right by your side
Radio play me that new 3005
Bino won't die, illest rapper alive
See what's up with Fredo when
I'm out in the Chi
Murder
in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
How is your family dawg? I pray you love them like you should
I pray for patience with your
in cages
But we gon' break out, cause we tired of being faceless
We tryna live, still tryna be famous
You don't know you, but they know what your name
Mmm
Worlasi
Cucaracha (Racha)
Boys wan' strike but we faster (Faster)
Boys no fit die, cucaracha (Racha)
Vibe no dey die, cucaracha (Racha, racha,
love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing,
Act cool.
Lesson 3,
Don't be a trick. If she's poor, if she's rich,
If your game is soft
taught when you come to school.
Lesson 1, you should know:
Never fall in love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing:
Act cool.
Lesson
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
the sin
Misfit, I sit
Lit up, wicked
Everybody else surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sippin on chamomile
Watching
ain't no huncho, nigga (you ain't no huncho)
You the weakest link out of your clique, let's keep it a hundo, nigga (one hundred)
You fucked my ex-ho,
take a shot
Full cup gang we don’t ever stop
Slumped up in the morning then I’m litty by the evening
Why I’m always stressing I be fighting with my
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
When you're by my side
Stay by my side girl (boy)
Let's ride if that what's you want
Have fun if that what's you want
We could go wherever you want
put your legs up, you can choke me while I eat it
(While I eat it, while I eat it, while I eat it, eat it)
Hold hands by the Louvre, Eiffel Tower in
the top cause we made it
Summer time with the boys
Yeah we bringing out all the toys
Baby girl make some noise
We the greatest to play with
Drop your top
shit and your boys all slumped
I played my album and all my boys jumped
Your girl was twerking and you just got dumped (Ay, ay)
She sucked my cock while
, and get that fuck boy vaccine just so I could go out on tour
I'll probably smoke a lot of weed, and go to 24 hour restaurants all by myself, and try catch
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