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She like you put that shit together whatever I'm not gone trip bout these lil bs I got several She like I get butterflies when we together I'm like Uh Huh, I hear ya, Whatever Behind tint we getting bent and counting cheddar They trying to book me I'm like fuck let me check my schedule Ain't bout money ain't shit that you can tell me I'm like uh huh... I hear ya... Whatever Whatever, Whatever, Whatever Whatever whenever Wherever Whatever Whatever Whatever Type of nigga that never trip about no female The type to make a couple racks just off my email I played the back until my time had came about My bitch texting me angry I don't know what that shit about (To be honest) Niggas dissing they just in this shit for clout The type to still get what you need all in a drought They say he wreckless al he care bout is that check I been lurking for three days and I can't find em where they at? Ine tripping boocoo benjis hit my jack, ine into taking pictures I'm chasing racks I wouldn't tryna keep the bitch I have her back He called me back like seeds in this I sold em that I told that bitch to count her days don't get attached He play we hitting them niggas blocks wit brand new Ks if it's that I pray and hope that this shit don't get raid niggas rats I fucked that bitch but never showed her where I stay I'm playing chess Choppa on me say I'm walking with the devil Rps 30 and perky soons I pop in on my level She text me like am I gone spoil her or whatever I told that bitch I ain't gone buy her no Coachella Fuck that bitch I told that bitch her man balling or whatever Bro gone register the pistols if these pussy niggas get jealous I can't let them niggas truck me out my spot I'm doing better My nigga riding with that glock and he a felon My lil nigga he like fuck It he wan crash but I won't let him Can't wear no slippers in the trench we really stepping We get dem pounds and break em down we playing Tetris Put Liek on that he EMS he tryna stretch em Nigga hit me from Columbia ima tax em Nigga tryna score In Summerville we jack him Pussy nigga say it's smoke then we gone match him Don't buy no hats whenever I shop inside the store cause ine capping
Writer(s): Chris Dubois, Smith Elwyn Ahnquist, Brent Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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