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It's DEELA, bitch
Swear I'm hella confused
Niggas be moving amusing
Not everything funny
Laughing so much, that's why you losing
Ha ha
Laughing on the pitch, you ain't shit
Everybody know that you bought that bitch
Hall of fame, yeah nigga I got it
Meanwhile, you been tryna hit that lick
Anyways, your hoe he call me baby cakes
He ringing me up on a rainy day
But I'm only with him when its pay day
I sit on his face while he eat it up
Guaranteed if I come he gon' beat it up
I ain't got a fat ass but he eat it up
When he eat on my cat, please don't interrupt
Anyways, enough about you niggas
We only fuck em and make 'em spend figures
I never trust em, I keep em a distance
Betray em like Judas yeah that's why I kiss em
That's why I kiss em'
Ring on my line, so I gotta dismiss em'
Play 'em then dip 'em
You know I'm city, my words yeah I keep 'em
Glock, glock, glock (Glocky)
You know we watching, I spy out the opps
Fuck all the blues, yeah them pussy ass cops
Anyways, bitches want smoke so its on the way!
Like the tube I'm on time so there's no delay
Imma skin and then bone her just like fillet
Queen D in this bitch, so don't disobey
Fucked with me, now she look like a castaway
Fine as hell, you must so hide me so far away
Mesmerised, now his dick screaming hello hey!
(Anyways! Ahaha,anyways!)
I smoke on the trees, calm my nerves
Anything I get, I know I deserve
Gimme a beat, you know I'm gon' serve
Just like on water, I know imma surf
Surf, surf, surf (yeah, yeah)
Word to my father the greatest the goat
That's why I Thug like I got a 'remote control'
Want me so bad then please sign me a 'check'
I like it long so we talking big 'digits'
Lyrical genius but I ain't no misfit
Niggas who got that are going ballistic (going ballistic)
Damn, wait
I ain't talk about me yet
Wanna be me then you hoes gon' sweat
I'm so fly, you could catch me instead
Flow so sick, but my bars don't spread
You wish!
Anyways
Anyways hoe
Anyways
Anyways