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StupIt Sh!t

by Bl3$d

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Finesse a opp so call him a lick Sneakin' and geekin I cant take a pic Have em upset cus I wont let him hit Just like a dog cus I'm tellin him sit Tough in yo bark But you never gon bite Calvin is callin I'm hittin decline Oh we ina trap Baby this ain't a playground Go-Gettas stay up You came to lay down Hilary duff Cus I make em say hey now Might show my ass no fuckin or twerkin Not down to ride and I know that for certain Red dot on his nose put his as in a circus Cuttin the scene and I'm closing the curtains (Ayeee) And Yes I'm still fucking that nigga And if i say so he gon' finger the trigger And if i ask he gon gimmie that timber In a two door no room for a opp bitch Stop it we all know I'm topic Weed so loud got me higher than a rocket If a opp play I keep sum in my pockets Boy you aint boomin' You smokin yo re up How you gon catch up You cant even keep up Niggas is bitches Im calling you teacup Ion shoot I got niggas to call Murder scene And that shit isn't solved Just Like a movie bitch I'm bout action Never been scared and I never been lackin' Don't make me beat yo ass up in this dress Knowin' its cap when I'm readin' his text Ooh baby Take ya shirt off Boy quit talkin' Jam ya work off Off 15 havin a perc off Hit from the back I ain't takin my skirt off I'm in this bitch But im not here to party Ya mood is Off setting I Kick it Cardi Ride the short bus cus my niggas retarded Addicted to money sex and the marley Drivin' him crazy like we ride in a Harley Fingers itchin cus my money is dirty On his nerves so he callin me erky I know that he cheatin' He think that it hurt me (It don't) All men are dogs and they wanna get dirty Commit a sin and i ask GOD for mercy Think that I'm crippin' I'm true to my blues I rob a bitch and I dont leave a clue Gettin this money that shit is my mood Throwin' it back and he catch it no Heinemann She want that static I call her a lineman Givin me head like he a came for a lining You ain't stackin' my nigga you signing I got him switchin' roles like an actor He havin visions like his name is baxter My niggas haulin you like a tractor Bitch you lazy and its not attractive Im switching lanes and im movin faster Ain't no us U not my circle Did i do that Got me talkin like im urkel My money blue but perkys are purple Money fast but u like a turtle Bitches see me and doin them hurdles I dont do talkin not into them verbal (At all, Bitch!)

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