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Venting
by DboyRy
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Finna trip on this mother fucka on god
Ay just to keep this shit a stack I spent a thousand for my hoodie
Told that nigga tear if off go ahead and pass me that lil woodie
Check some paper out Ling Ling I'm bout some cash and she gon joog me
By all means go get yo money park the vette just leave it running
Hit my phone I'm on the road you need me there you know I'm coming
Lil Mac keep so many different types of pipes he could be a plumber
Aye lil bitch I need some digits I aint talkin bout your number
Told my bro to keep a heater it get colder in the summer
On my soul that bitch a cheater why she actin like she love me
Up a roll and cop some drip my old hoes think I'm acting funny
Mr. Drop a hoe quick if she aint doing nothing for me
But I like this lil bitch cuz she aint fucking on my homies
A jack nigga I get paper plotting taking niggas bitches
If it wasn't for the feds I could show you fifty switches
Stressing think bout my auntie tryna get her outta Richmond
On the road spacing out cuz lately shit been hitting different
Real za packs I just copped I'm finna bubble with em
I ain't the same nigga that robbed yo brother that was another nigga
Really feelin' like that nigga you cant name a nigga fucking with me
We got Glocks up in the tuck we kick one we aint tuckin toolie
I took twice as many losses then my wins it made me strong
Fast money kinda short I'm tryna go and make it long
She could tell I'm bout my business so she takin off that thong
She could tell I'm bout my chicken so she singing to my song
I took a win it felt strange I'm so used to takin loss
They like Dboy how you get that cuz I'm gifted with that sauce
I said fuck it took a risk that shit turned me to a boss
When I'm walking into Gucci the bitch great me with some Voss water
Finna trip on this mother fucka on god
Ay just to keep this shit a stack I spent a thousand for my hoodie
Told that nigga tear if off go ahead and pass me that lil woodie
Check some paper out Ling Ling I'm bout some cash and she gon joog me
By all means go get yo money park the vette just leave it running
Hit my phone I'm on the road you need me there you know I'm coming
Lil Mac keep so many different types of pipes he could be a plumber
Aye lil bitch I need some digits I aint talkin bout your number
Told my bro to keep a heater it get colder in the summer
On my soul that bitch a cheater why she actin like she love me
Up a roll and cop some drip my old hoes think I'm acting funny
Mr. Drop a hoe quick if she aint doing nothing for me
But I like this lil bitch cuz she aint fucking on my homies
A jack nigga I get paper plotting taking niggas bitches
If it wasn't for the feds I could show you fifty switches
Stressing think bout my auntie tryna get her outta Richmond
On the road spacing out cuz lately shit been hitting different
Real za packs I just copped I'm finna bubble with em
I ain't the same nigga that robbed yo brother that was another nigga
Really feelin' like that nigga you cant name a nigga fucking with me
We got Glocks up in the tuck we kick one we aint tuckin toolie
I took twice as many losses then my wins it made me strong
Fast money kinda short I'm tryna go and make it long
She could tell I'm bout my business so she takin off that thong
She could tell I'm bout my chicken so she singing to my song
I took a win it felt strange I'm so used to takin loss
They like Dboy how you get that cuz I'm gifted with that sauce
I said fuck it took a risk that shit turned me to a boss
When I'm walking into Gucci the bitch great me with some Voss water
