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I feel like 1Take, nigga, hold on I'll make your man's disappear, where your bro go? Rich nigga still get them P's for the low-low Bitch say she want me to herself, it's a no-no (link up) I'll shoot this bitch from the three, get my stroke on Pour Hennessy on the ground 'cause my bro gone Niggas keep saying they gon' slide, but they won't though I'll pass this bitch to the gang, nigga, go long I'm in G.O.A.T. mode Why these lil' niggas always talking what they don't know? Young nigga, but I got game like the old folks I be in the live with the Crips, them my Loc-Locs Don't make me put this lil' rap shit in a chokehold This a big bulky forty-five, not a four-four I'll never switch on my gang, that's the bro code Pussy nigga name black and white, you the po-po Niggas always talkin' out they neck, what they gon' do? Every time the boys pull me over, I say, "Don't shoot" Nigga, you a nerd, no one knows you It's a stick-up in this bitch, nigga, don't move I'll split the bag with my man's, that's a bro move I'll kick this bitch out the crib, nigga, no shoes 'Cause we don't do no squares in the circ', nigga, no room And I'll beat the case with no prob, it ain't no proof Young nigga still followin' the old rules You was never there on your block when I rolled through Chargin' up in the puss' like I'm Goku And I can press a button in this bitch, nigga, no roof Ey, it get wild when I step Ridin' 'round with a TEC, ridin' 'round to the neck Dumb bitch, I can smell that black an' mild on your breath If your daddy was a rat, you's a mouse in the flesh Make a bitch cum, are you proud, you impressed? Lil' baby got milk, she a cow in the breast Nigga, I'll baow-baow with the left Just a lil' ass boy, you'll get downed for respect And I heard that you was talking shit And you didn't think that I would hear it Big glock on me, don't get near it Nigga, get close, I'ma break his spirit E'rywhere I go, chest out, I don't fear shit I can never backdoor my man's, that's some weird shit I'll leave 'em dead on the road like a deer, bitch Nigga, you ain't cut from that cloth, you a pure bitch Nigga, you's a poodle, I'm a pure pit I tried to listen to your lil' tape, made my ears itch Bitch asked me what I'm mixed with, bitch, I'm pure nig' I tell this bitch drive the boat, she gon' steer, bitch Uh, uh, this my shit, this my shit, haha, yeah Yeah, this my shit, uh, this my shit, ah Nigga, on the gang
Writer(s): Armani Devante Love-scales Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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