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David Tyrone Conwell jr
David Tyrone Conwell jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Milanmadeit beats
Milanmadeit beats
Producer

Lyrics

They want that old Phree, for what tho
I'm tryna get that fucker touched like this app hoe
I'm tryna jump out broad day, no mask on
I get to shooting in this bitch, free Taxstone
You keep on flogging in this bitch, Get you smack homes
Shit you ain't gotta really kick, That's a glass door
Hell naw that tree ain't fall far from the apple
We want it all and whatever come, After
Oh yeah, I'm here, they call, I'm back from the dead
I just popped another addy cause I'm planning ahead
They just dropped another addy so let's go with the plan
We just sent that boy to hell and you going with him
Yeah it's scary, I know it, it's just what I said
And it's beat from a Milan, you know I Russian-ed that K
I got them cards expedited, should be coming today
That Iron to your boy's shirt, watch it melt off your face
Man dez pussy ass ****, must not know who the fuck I am man
I'm not worry about going to the mothafuckin jail
Fuck boi! Bitch boi!
You got da! I Know what it is
Pussy
Gang
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Pussy boi, don't I want no problems aye
I drop that pin nowhere to find me aye
I told them pussies I got time today
Aye, I do not see them like it's father's day
Aye, I'm trying to beef they want to moderate
Aye, aye where that powder and that funnel cake
Aye, you need God and saints to lotter date
Aye, bury the dead not scared aye
Was out in Harvey where my Joe at
They drop rake we make them do a four flat
On Bessemer Boss ask me where my folks at
I'm tricky **** tell me where the low at
I see you tuck your tail
I know pussy near or far it got the sweetest smell
They say I'm going to hell well I'ma meet you there, and this flight round trip I took the fork and left
Aye, why you ain't say it's probs
Now don't go high behind that bitch cause she gon' get you robbed
See I was trying to be on some shit but you done pissed me off
And my very next kick is finna be your coffin
I come to get you
Pussy **** posting pictures with pistols
Them shits legal you not even fucking in it
These **** pussy front ass having ****
You need a addy so we can go and get off
They say that you was selling blows
I know the truth boy you play with your nose
One two strap boy I'm strapped like your Girbaud
A boy wear the cap already drop my low
Aye, bitch I'm the real deal
Aye, you want it the smoke why you ain't say it then
Aye, you don't want no smoke then you should head in
Written by: David Tyrone Conwell jr
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