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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, my heart it need insurance , plenty of you bitches broken
Give me what you need, I'll flip that bitch like a token
How you tryna beef with us it's too much smoke you bitches choking
When yo bitch see me and my niggas, know she soaked just like the ocean Yeah, yeah
Now you can't fuck with a big dawg, all you bitches leaping
Dick to dick, y'all pussy green just like frog
Yeah, like how y'all run before y'all jog
Man, my bro must think this warzone cause he just bought an AUG damn
Yeah, yeah, he might think this shit is sweet, but ain't no candy in this bitch
Now she good to use her mouth, that handy-mandy in this bitch
Damn, the way she throw her cheeks, you think it's sandy in this bitch
Damn, the way bro make you play, you think it's randy in this bitch, damn
Damn, I can't fuck with no bitch, nigga, playin' Uncle Sam, yeah
Since she young and head was hard, she like a fuckin' ram, yeah
Ain't no peanut butter, found myself, get out that gym, damn
Ain't no silver spoon, yeah, we had plastic sporks
Tell me, have you ever had to eat some soup just with a fork
No, I ain't no Muslim, but I still won't eat no fuckin' pork
Tell your bitch to pop a fuckin' pussy like a fuckin' corpse, damn
Tell that bitch to keep her legs closed
Bein' broke, get wicked, man, we really had to end hoes
Damn, how she got more bodies than D.A.R.O.S.
That meanie body is that big guy, she damn near duckin' free throws
Yeah, say Casamigos make her freak hoes
When I don't even drink, but know what Casa do for me though
Yeah, he really not just from the G though
Though I still be claimin' cellos, where I grew up shootin' free throws
Yeah, where I grew up shootin' free throws
I still be claimin' cellos, where I grew up shootin' free throws
Yeah, where I grew up shootin' free throws
I still be claimin' cellos, where I grew up shootin' free throws
Yeah, yeah, I grew up with my cousins
We messin' one of us and it's like eight of us just muggin', yeah
It's just like, outside, summertime, you bitches buggin