Cho

We like to count up chos, this shit on the floor

Baby girl, what you tryna do, come use yo throat

**** hatin' now, so I can't leave without my pole

I was down bad, remember, I ain't have no hope

What you need, ****? Hit my jack, you tryna cop some dope

Better be on Ps, ****, you swang my way, I'm tryna take your soul

My bitch bad to the bone, brown skin with pretty toes

How the fuck I come up off the hip with fye, and left em froze?

That goofy **** walkin' round with fye, I hope they take your pole

BMG, I'm never leavin' mine cause this shit ain't for show

Forty round Kriss in that 19, ain't no reason to reload

Yuh, they get behind me, then I'm gettin' loose on troll

**** actin out his body? I know somewhere you can go

Walkin' round with that bomb, send ya to Guantanamo

My exes know I'm gettin' Os, it's like we playin' Tic-Tac-Toe

I bring that hot shit to a **** door, but it ain't Domino's

But it ain't Domino's, why the fuck she tryna slang that iron

I hate them type of hoes

These **** over-fakin

I can't wait until they get exposed

Why you speakin' on the business? That's some shit we don't disclose

I got love for all my brothers, sometimes I don't never show it

Even when I'm by myself, ****, I'm never ever lonely

Never ever lonely, Nina with me, bitch, I got it on me

I was on my dick, now my bitch swang racks just like Naomi

I read Catcher in the Rye

Now I'm tryna kill all the phonies, call me Holden

Chopstick on my hip, I'll bust a **** wide open

When I shit on these ****, I'm producin' serotonin

I ain't even goin' to your lil' function, I can't get the stone in

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