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I'm finna get this shit right
Ye ima fuck her all night
My bro got a Glock in his jean nigga we not tryna fight
I put ya down on ya knees, babi I'm not tryna pipe
This bih' so bad Billie Jean, ima and one her like Mike
My nigga got bags of chicken, it ain't no rice onna side
My nigga stay with that drac like he ovo guy
He came to my crib w a shotty ye he tryna blow someone mind
If I got these mf racks then why in the fuck would I kry
I'm fukin' that bih from the back
And ima turn her on her side
I'm bringing my mans I'm pulling her friend
I make it look easy
My brother threw back a perc and he say he start feeling queasy
It's blood on my shirt let's go n drink up vampire speakeasy
I don't do da day I come out at night I come in the evenin
I need that bitch only one night and I know she feignin
I got her teethin' I let her eat up da dick like she need it
I got her teethin' I let her eat up da dick like she need it
U want a bag it's yours
Let's go big body urus
All they gon' hear is skrrr
All they gon' hear is skrrr
My nigga park on the curb
Let off da gun brrr
Just like Ihop we got syrup
I tell my nigga he serve
All they gon' hear is skrrr
All they gon' hear is skrrr
All they gon' hear is skrrr
All they gon' hear is skrrr
All they gon' hear is skrrr
I'm finna get this shit right
Ye ima fuck her all night
My bro got a Glock in his jean nigga we not tryna fight
I put ya down on ya knees, babi I'm not tryna pipe
This bih' so bad Billie Jean, ima and one her like Mike
My nigga got bags of chicken, it ain't no rice onna side
My nigga stay with that drac, like he ovo guy
He came to my crib w a shotty ye he tryna blow someone mind
If I got these mf racks then why in the fuck would I kry