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Deonte Gaines
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Deonte Gaines
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Lyrics
(Nosy, he a ratchet gangster)
Huh, if I was you, I'd hit me too, mhm
Huh, ayy, if I was you, I'd hit me too
****, I'm the one with the money
It ain't shit you can make me prove (Nosy)
Young bitch eat my dick, I get sick, she gon' make me soup (Nosy)
And I got a style, the way I know the shit, they'll take me through
If I start hatin' on ****, that'll make me you (Nosy)
From the city, ain't leavin', can't make me move
I'm in a wide body Trackhawk, burn the asphalt, who gon' make me choose?
I don't even kick it with ****, I hate the attention, that shit gon' make me shoot
We in for heads, not shoes
Back door's open, now it's bitch-ass on the news (Huh?)
You better watch your approach, you can get shot like folks (Nosy)
You got bread on your head, then you can get popped like toast (Nosy)
We don't respect OGs, you can get popped like Ghosts (Nosy)
Bitch, I'm on the block like Coke
I won't even shake your hand if you not my brosie (Nosy)
Hey, if I was you, I'd hate me too
****, I'm the one with the money
It ain't shit you can make me prove (Nosy)
Young bitch eat my dick, I get sick, she gon' make me sue (Huh?)
And I gotta stay out the way, no, that shit there'll take me through
If I start hatin' on ****, that'll make me you (Huh?)
From the city, ain't leavin', can't make me move
I'm in a wide body Trackhawk, burn the asphalt, who gon' make me choose?
I don't even kick it with ****, I hate the attention, that shit gon' make me shoot
We in for heads, not shoes
Back door's open, now it's bitch-ass on the news (Nosy)
Hey
Wide body Trackhawk, who gon' make me lose?
I don't even kick it with ****, I hate the attention, that shit gon' make me shoot
Written by: Deonte Gaines