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Yeah Yeah Yeah
King Muthafuckin B Hoe
Above Restricted Thoughts
I lead the drill like I'm Chief Keef Sosa
Might pop a pill just to keep me over
Shoutout to Tip my nigga keep me focused
He say stop loving these bitches
Use em at your disposal
You know I'm lover boy Nigga
Prefer the ones that hold me
Make love and buss on her stomach
And then I'm over it
Don't know what's wrong with him
He slick a loner
Gets pissed when they don't condone it
This life been beating him up
But he still keep going
It's always a show with him
He always popping his shit
It's always the most with him
And he will fuck on your bitch
Ooouu don't let her talk to him
Cuz they be jocking him
Her baby daddy know she love B so he copy him
Twenty-Three the model glock with him
You talking tough gon have to box with him
And he cool with some shooters
They'll light up blocks for him
We can't start beef with these niggas
They having cops with them
Yeah
Took a break and came back bussing
Nigga Stephen Curry
He Ben Simmons with the jumper
We ain't never worried
We followed up with ya block
Couldn't confirm your story
These niggas never come outside
Unless the cameras rolling
I said I love you
She said no you don't
Love should've brought ya ass home
I said I know
I should've came to the phone
She was too loud
You would've heard her moan
She asked if I'm myself when the camera not on me
I responded
They never not on me
She said she use to fuck my mans
Bitch that's not my mans
Like ain fuck your friend
Cuz if she fuck me
Then that's not your friend