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Carnage - Mase in '97 Feat. Lil Yachty [Extended] [BEST] [CLEAN COMING SOON]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carnage
Carnage
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diamanté Blackmon
Diamanté Blackmon
Composer
Ernest Brown III
Ernest Brown III
Composer
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't you hate when a bitch think that we need you?
Bitch, hop on your knees all this dick, I'ma feed you
You open up, bitch, it's so easy to read you
Not once in my life have I thought I should please you
I'm about fetti like migos we ready
She suck like spaghetti, Armani, Gianni, stuff it all in Stefani
Bitch, I'm so original just like Fani
I might catch a body, I'm lying, I'm too rich for that
I need two bricks for that, I need to mix with that
What you call your life savings I bought two whips with that
I rub on her clit cause I like her response
Drive with the top down when I rock the pot
Got a pound of the breezy, just hopped on like Tiggy
Keep Perry with me, he about green like Luigi
I know you see me, bitch, **** can't beat me
[Verse 2]
Run the city up
We don't give a fuck
Knuck if you buck
Knock a **** stuck
Give a fuck about love
Stomp 'em on his stuff
Throw your hood up
****, throw your hood up
[Verse 3]
Real mother fucker, I'm too quick to ducking
I'll park it and sock it, but, nah, I won't come up
I'm first in the race, I get bored too quick, that's why I can't stay in place
I'm on you like mace
I won't stop spraying till you got a smile on your face
Bitch this face and I'm Simon, I don't eat no salmon
I don't wear no Calvin's, I'm Leroy like Alvin
These **** think dollars, I'm thinkin' 'bout millies
With uzi in Philly
My mouth lookin' chilly, these **** look silly
Big shouts out to Glizzy, Tokyo and Rizzy
I'm rapping so fast got that stupid hoe dizzy
Her hair looking frizzy
Fifty gang with me, fifty gang with me
Bet you can't choose which one got the semi
Bitch got more hair than Jimi
Bitch granting wishes like Timmy, fuck you
[Verse 4]
Run the city up
We don't give a fuck
Knuck if you buck
Knock a **** stuck
Give a fuck about love
Stomp 'em on his stuff
Throw your hood up
****, throw your hood up
Written by: Diamanté Blackmon, Ernest Brown III, Miles Parks McCollum
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