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Bitch chose up on the team then
How the fuck you finna try and be team now?
Mistook me for the wrong nigga on High Street
If he shot me, you would probably let me bleed out
I wasn't really tryna fuck, that was pretend
That don't mean that you gotta let the team down
88 he Got mopped in a white t
Nobody guaranteed to make it home clean, damn
She a singer in a choir band
So I know that it's space in her diaphragm
What's your record need to know about your prior thens
Said " you Columbus, boy, you know you a pioneer "
But I know you a lie, baby, you a lie, baby
How you know your way between eight and five-eighty? Ayy
Caution to the wind when they eyes dilated
How you been so many places with a five-star rating? Damn
If she ain't from the East, then she foreign to me
Better learn how to breathe when a corpse in the street
Surgery look a little bit distorted to me
No, I can't do a ten if her torso a three, ayy
Fire, I wanna see your face when this place light up
Don't be on the web, they got fake spider
In your bed, look you dead in the face, my love
I remember when
Bitch chose up on the team then
How the fuck you finna try and be team now?
Mistook me for the wrong nigga on High Street
If he shot me, you would probably let me bleed out
I wasn't really tryna fuck, that was pretend
That don't mean that you gotta let the team down
88 he Got mopped in a white t
Nobody guaranteed to make it home clean, damn
She came French tip over French bread
Like a currency, royal blue and her text read, ayy
Never tell a soul when your legs spread
I delivered on my promise, but she said her ex fed, ayy
Think about what's her name when we fuck
'Cause her pussy a little better, but your head number one
Go to church all you want, you could never be a nun
Girl, you know why you here, put your hair in a bun
You deserve a trophy for that shit