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Voidd4k
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Lyrics
Bop bop bop
Shots where your head at
You better duck, duck, duck
I smoke that loud, it make you pout
I better talk, talk talk
Talk that shit up, rip that beat up
Bop, bop, bop
I'm good for nothing when I'm huffing
It be rough, rough, rough
Nigga what's up
You is a punk
You in that top, you gon' get suck
Jett like a candle, you can not handle me
Rough, rough, rough
You just be barking, watch where you parking
Sunlight the darken, out come the Darkie
Taking your wallet and phone and your car keys
Nigga what's up
Nigga what's up
Nigga what's up
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Nigga what's up
Yuh
Yuh
Why these stupid motherfuckers tryna get my bag
Little boy, I know you struggling why you looking so sad?
I been getting in, I got the cheat code, I got the
I pick up the diamond rings
Tryna waste my timе
Inside of my slime
Way out of line
I say how I'm doing likе bitch I'm fine
Bitch I'm fine, you were sipping on wine
I heard your music, that shit is a crime
Go straight to jail yeah, you should do time
Bitch I'm fine
Nigga what's up
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