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Marquese Johnson
Marquese Johnson
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That **** B on the beat, she gon' show her friends
That **** Meera made the beat, here we go again
Getting my feelings popped, a lot of pens
I don't wanna fuck with you bitches, I can't fuck your friends
See I ain't selling it, I'm sellin it, what you paying me
Doing skits about events, me and all my friends
They need to free that **** D, well that's my shooter man
She gave me head and kept going, I wanted to punch her head
I'm like Jody bitch, I still stay at my mama house
That bitch nasty, gave me head up at my mama's house
You got a corndog on my waist, I pull it out, you gon' see stick
Put your bitches with no funds, I swear to God, just make me sick
Got it all by myself, can't play with friends, I'm on timeout
On these fuck ****, we walk around this bitch, talking about drought
Cracking cards on the daily, Project Baby, Scare Man
Who the drop him with the stick, Project Baby, Bam Bam
It get foggy in that West, it's like a homeless bitch sock
Little baby we just met, but break bed or kick rocks
I got me feeling like a Gucci, scrape the sides off those dicks
Nevermind, I'll call Uber if I can't ride with my shit
I been glistening on this bitch, they take their time with this shit
Caught a case with Lil Biggie, he start lying in his shit
Most my opps stay out the way, we still been around they block
I can't get in with this stody, but 380 in my house
Project Baby, Timmy Turner, I made Biggie walk that block
A pop shot, that wasn't me, I'm sending Biggie off his block
Asked Jank about his brother, do no talking, I see the shots
Fucking on this sucker's sister, cause I love that opp twice
Had to cut that bitch off, eviction time, wood or rent
Don't get hoes, you **** out here saving bitches, Clark Kent
Getting my feelings popped, a lot of PNC
I don't wanna fuck with you bitches, I can't fuck your friends
See I ain't selling it, I'm selling it, what you paying me
Doing skits about events, me and all my friends
They need to free that **** D, well that's my shooter man
She gave me head and kept going, I was the puncher head
I'm like Jody bitch, I still stay at my momma house
That bitch nasty, gave me head up on my momma couch
I just wanna love you
Written by: Marquese Johnson
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