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The way she looked at me, I know she want it, that's just what it gave
Since you love that ****, when I fuck you, take it to the grave
Said he ran some plays throughout the day, see how much he made
Flexing with that lil ass money, tell that **** save
Don't know if you lookin' for a goofy, but he ain't here
I be hella quiet, that's 'fasho, but it ain't fear
He be all talk, when he talk, that was made clear
When she with her ****, we don't talk, but I can't care
She don't trip when I be doin' me, so why the fuck would I?
The money on me weighing **** down, the weed got **** high
Fuck her off a 'perc, or off the drank, I really can't decide
Fucked her so good, she 'wanna cuff me, so it made her cry
Hella mad that I be cattin' off, but she gon' wait for me
When I fuck, I'm 'finna fuck her up, she better wait and see
You don't got no money, or no gun, you better wait to beef
Oh he said it's up, and I got lo', he better break the lease
If you play me, we ain't breakin' up, till I get even
Break 'yo heart, and up the 'sco, the only reason I ain't leavin
Up a pole 'bout some respect, yeah, that's some shit that I believe in
**** blocked me from her 'gram, because we talk, I think he seen it
He ain't never upped 'fye on a ****, but it sound good
He ain't even known in that hood, but he sound hood
Nothin' 'finna stop me when I'm trippin', but a pound could
If nothin' 'finna shut that **** up, then the ground should
'Tryna bust a nut up in that bitch, and damn near make her late
If I compare her to that other bitch, I think she take the cake
Need a bitch that cook, like what you make, I'm 'finna take a plate
Don't let her ass look better than that food
Cause that's gon' get her ate
He got her off of simpin' for that bitch, he think ate for-real
You took her out to eat, I gave her dick, yeah that's a date for-real
You 'tryna get her home, but she ain't ready, she gon' stay to chill
And I don't need 'yo chain, I got my own, but 'ima take it still
Who the fuck said flows don't be slidin'? I just 'wanna talk
If I got the glock, it ain't my brothers, it's the one I bought
Said he be on go, but he ain't go, that's what the fuck I thought
He talkin' 'bout them bodies be gon' catch
But where the ones he caught?
Always makin' moves around this bitch, I make 'em all count
I can't hear if it ain't 'bout a stain, what he on 'bout?
Said he 'finna slide, but ain't slid, he took the wrong route?
Cappin', bein' bogus, get you slapped, and get you stomped out, bitch