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I count six shots
Six niggas
Six bitches
Twelve titties
Reflexes Snake sharp for you snake niggas
I hate niggas
I’m coming up
Wait nigga
Wrist heavy from that weight nigga
I make status
I made niggas
Niggas out here rats but clapping straps at some possums
These bitches like the rubber use em once and then I toss ’em
I take the money out ya mama purse
Dripping swag after I dig the dirt
Sorry if I got your feelings hurt
Can’t trust em too much stay alert
Litter in these lines
Alliteration make it better
Niggas say they seeing cheese
You ain’t with the mozzarella
Put the metal to his teeth
Make him twist up all his letters
Put the metal to my teeth
'cuz my microphone is better
I’m a menace to you English teacher
Bet I hit after a nice to meet ya
I’m so lusty I’m the type to please her
But I could never let myself need her
Pick ya pockets up you sagging boy
Pick ya pockets if you lacking boy
Know some niggas that be strapping boy
Borrow a Glock if I get annoyed
Man I ain’t even finna act hard
Might pour a drink for a bank card
And its hard for me to lose myself
Shit, its even hard for me to need your help
You niggas can’t even rap boy
Don’t gimmie no dap boy
You the type to talk shit
Cuz you getting no pussy
Forgive you and you go behind my back boy
Hit a nigga out the ball park
This my stomping ground
Its really crazy man
How a nigga move around
She really just a thottie
I could fuck her in the party
I could fuck her in the stairway
I could fuck her in a lobby
And I got respect for women
Some don’t deserve it
Bitches fuck around
I could tell if you ain’t heard it
I could tell if you ain’t heard it
My bad if ion fucks with you
Blowing bands don’t let the dust hit you
And
My bad if ion fucks with you
I don’t love you I just lust for you
Little too honest to be stuck up in no feelings
If she with it imma fuck her
Give a fuck about your feelings
Give a fuck about your feelings…
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