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Brodie, what you on? Shit, chillin', what's the word? Man, I just hit this cold bitch I gotta show you this bitch right quick Hold on, look This her page right here Fine as hell and this bitch low-key, like I seen her on some estate type shit Caught her in the club, she was goin' Why you lookin' like that, though? Hmm You know me I keep it P Don't do no lame shit She fuckin' me, she fuckin' Tee Man, that's gang bitch Ass fat, pussy good Yeah, I came quick, I ain't gon' lie Bro, I think we done hit the same bitch Way you describin' her This gotta be the same bitch Ain't got no three-one-three She got a five-eight-six Look at our texts She been tellin' us the same shit Said she ain't fuckin' nobody These bitches make me sick I met her at a party They was bangin' "First Day Out" I met her at a party They was bangin' "Tay B Style" Like back in June That bitch spent a whole month at my house (what?) That shit crazy, she told Me she was at Rolling Loud I don't trust bitches I hit 'em, then I act different Stupid-ass bitch told me She don't fuck with rap niggas I guess I don't rap then 'Cause I had that bitch backflippin' Told me she don't know no D niggas This bitch cap different Do she got the 14 with the screen cracked? And her daddy caught like Fourteen bringin' beans back? Yeah, the cracked screen With the stickers on the back, I seen that On Instagram actin' bougie With her fake mean ass You know me, I keep it P Don't do no lame shit She fuckin' me, she fuckin' Tee Man, that's gang bitch Ass fat, pussy good Yeah, I came quick, I ain't gon' lie Bro, I think we done hit the same bitch Way you describin' her This gotta be the same bitch Ain't got no three-one-three She got a five-eight-six Look at our texts She been tellin' us the same shit Said she ain't fuckin' nobody These bitches make me sick I like her, but you already hit her, big bro I'm 'bout to call this bitch up And put this shit on the floor Man, don't even call that bitch I ain't gon' lie, I ain't tryna see her ass I don't hit women, I'm 'bout to Have my sister beat her ass I set a date, you set a date Let's have her meet up She see us sittin' there together She gon' be stuck I'm gon' be laughin' so damn hard That bitch get beat up We gon' be sittin' at the bar actin' like we drunk I can't believe I showed that That bitch my fuckin' stash 'Bout to have my lil' niggas beat Her lil' brother ass Let's both set it up for Saturday When she get there, we ain't Gon' even talk, we just gon' see What this bitch gotta say You know me, I keep it P Don't do no lame shit She fuckin' me, she fuckin' Tee Man, that's gang bitch Ass fat, pussy good Yeah, I came quick, I ain't gon' lie Bro, I think we done hit the same bitch Way you describin' her This gotta be the same bitch Ain't got no three-one-three She got a five-eight-six Look at our texts She been tellin' us the same shit Said she ain't fuckin' nobody These bitches make me sick
Writer(s): Terry Sanchez Wallace, Trevon Gardner, Brandon Lee Cherry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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