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Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah
Brodie try play in my face What, I put him in casket
He done watched me pull up in a Musang, yeah He not in my bracket
Told that lil' bitch that I'm tired of the brain, yeah Hop on like a rabbit
Ever since you I got rid of the pain, That love in the past tense, yeah
She said I be clean as a whistle She said she wanna protect her energy
Girl, let's fuck on the crystals, let's do it She couldn't do nothin' but laugh in my face
And say that's not very spiritual What, I lift up my wrist and flexed right in
Her face and said just look at my minerals, yeah
They shinin' too loud, I can't hear you Lately you been a problem to me
I don't even wanna be near you, no I don't even wanna be with you, no
You wanted to leave off on a good note So I gave you a proper burial
You only wanna breaks to go be a hoe, But really wanted me to marry you
Let's put you in proper apparel She like poppin' that X
I like poppin' them noggins You ain't gon' get away from me, lil' boy
All these choppas the loudest Lately I been getting picky with shit
Only like drivin' the modest Only put her in the Prada
Only be droppin' the hottest Lately been tastin' these millions
That's why I count up these thousands I been knew I was gon' blow
Qui like Osama bin Laden Big-Body, GLE, fuck up the road
Can't believe how that shit sounded She only fuckin' with you for the gold, whoa
But she ain't never been outed Brodie try play in my face
What? I put him in casket He done watched me pull up in a Musang, yeah
He not in my bracket Told that lil' bitch that I'm tired of the brain, yeah
Hop on like a rabbit Ever since you, I got rid of the pain, yeah
That love in the past tense, yeah She said I be clean as a whistle
She said she wanna protect her energy Girl, let's fuck on the crystals
She couldn't do nothin' but laugh in my face and say that's not very spiritual
What? I lift up my wrist and flex right in her face
And say, Just look at my minerals, yeah They shinin' too loud, I can't hear you
Lately, you've been a problem to me I don't even wanna be near you
I don't even wanna be with you You wanted to leave off on a good note
So I gave you a proper burial You only wanted breaks to go be a hoe
But really wanted me to marry you Let's put you in proper apparel bitch
Written by: Quichon Jones