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Damn, y'all look what the fuck

Yeah

I can't believe this drip right here

Yeah, okay

Knock, knock, who's there? I don't tell jokes

You a dirty nigga, you the type to drink a diet coke

And she love the bad shots, I give her well strokes

Man, she miss the Moby Dick, that's a well drip

I can laugh a bitch out her drawers, Dave Chappelle show

We ain't had no wrong papers, nigga, where the mail go

Niggas try to catch the, fuck, okay

Stupid nigga try to catch the wave, this a sailboat

The fuck, I ain't never played with my noses

She said she wanna scratch, made the bitch touch her toes

You can come and shout every day, we ain't close

Shooters like a freak, bitch, cause she snatchin' nigga's soles

Yeah, bro, these type of junkie down the road

I know we locked in, nigga, never broke the code

Put the heat in a nigga's hand, then he froze

Fucked so hard, blew my knee out, dead rose

I ain't trippin, I got bitches by the dozen

I ain't got no shit, I can send it to my cousin

Nigga actin' like that's your word, no, it wasn't

Hold on, baby, let me take this call, phone buzzin

Yeah, I'm havin, nigga, you a sucker, boy, suck it

If it ain't about no money, no discussion, boy

Man, I get more head than a concussion, boy

I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna put you in a Russian, boy

Bad wood full of moon rock, who can roll it for me

That shit can make the moon star roll another for me

Dirty bitch, she got more bodies than Ted Bundy

Fly nigga, I got more hoes than Bad Bunny

You got more motion, motion, baby, mad funny

I'm trapped, now I'm jumpin, he ain't got no bunnies

This nigga still livin' unemployed, y'all dummy

I'ma rock my finger, cut my face, cause it's runny

Yeah, if a nigga owe me money, he ain't got no money

I'ma rock my finger, cut my face, cause it's runny

Catch a pussy nigga, now we even

Test a white boy for a gram, nigga, Steven, yeah

We can speed and block, hit it up for no reason, yeah

Man, she mad cause I only want sex, yeah

If he give me neck, we can talk about the rest

Motion baby lovin' that nigga, damn right

Cause if the head right, it rest there every night

Boom, boom, what is that, what you call it

It's a four-four bulldog, no collar

You can't get an answer, you ain't got no guala

Bad bitch like dusty niggas, what you call it

I think my brother call that shit a what you call it

Cause you love a nigga with no money, nigga

I'ma rock my finger, cut my face, cause it's runny

What you call it, what you call it

But you're love a nigga with no money in his pocket

Pocket's fat as fuck, nigga, I ain't skip the meal, bitch

And I been gettin' money on some real shit

We don't need a field, all that comes is due a drill, bitch

Bitches out the BBL with the real shit

Turn around for me, I can tell you how it feel, bitch

I ain't got a maid, but I can help you vacuum seal, bitch

Crash out nigga, always tryin' to kill shit

But he never been on the block, she kill O'Neal, bitch

I like my money real neat, hunnid bills, bitch

How the jacket is it blue, or is it teal, bitch

Niggas pointin' fingers, can you point me to a real bitch

I ain't playin, nigga, point me to a real bitch

I like a bitch, but it's full, like a silk, bitch

If you want it, you can come and make a deal, bitch

Yeah, nigga, how you shootin' when I'm jumpin

I hit her from the back like a car with a bumper

I don't want your bitch, leave me alone, delete the number

Tits with no money's like no tires on a Hummer

Backwoods full of moon rock, who can roll it for me

If she can make the moon stop, roll another for me

Dirty bitch, she got more bodies than Ted Bundy

Flyin' nigga, I got more hoes than Bad Bunny

You got my emotion, emotion, baby

I ain't playin, nigga, point me to a real bitch

I like a bitch, but it's full, like a silk, bitch

If you want it, you can come and make a deal, bitch

Yeah, nigga, how you shootin' when I'm jumpin

I hit her from the back like a car with a bumper

I don't want your bitch, leave me alone, delete the number

Tits with no money's like no tires on a Hummer

Backwoods full of moon rock, who can roll it for me

If she can make the moon stop, roll another for me

Dirty bitch, she got more bodies than Ted Bunny

Flyin' nigga, I got more hoes than Ted Bunny

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