Lyrics
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Bitch I'm Saturn son
Numb with the gun
Sota in the city
You not fuckin wit me
Bitch I keep a gun
Do this shit for fun
NVMB is a burden
NVMB is a curse
NVMB is the worst
NVMB is hurt
NVMB is a martyr
NVMB
NVMB is a martyr
One that is fuckin your daughter
I got some acres in Florida
I make my money
Bitch I'm goin harder
Bitch you got nothin to offer
Is ya ass stupid or is you r*******
Just so you know, you cant play the boy
Bitch I'm not not Jordan Carter
Artillery, sendin the mortar
Count up the bodies
Bitch we finna mark em
Huh
Ruger, hollow tips
Tech 9 in my vest
Hi tech sippin
Got that purple shit inside my chest
My young niggas rookies
But I treat em like a vet
One phone call they at ya head
Huh
Run my shit up
Bitch I need a check
Bitch you not my friend
I just wan to fuck and get some head
Pull up with that 20 till we pop em wit some lead
I was rollin wit a killa, now we made yall niggas dead
NVMB is a burden
NVMB is the worst
NVMB is a martyr
NVM fuckin ya daughter
LV jacket and PRADA
I think I miss New York
Spiritual bih with a thumper
Listens to bjork
I'm off the ac(tavis) but can't act right
This is such a chore
She wanna become an actress
I wanna fuck on an actress
I miss my ex but she's
Bat
Shit
Crazy
Ha
Sota kid back in the city
I spent a 50 ball
On some hoes
Fuckin wimme
Bitch is not no tiger