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Lil Weirdo
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agustino quintero
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Lil Weirdo
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Look it (I'mma tap in, 88, he got the chops on him)
Ayy, tell 'em stop lying, ayy, we the ones who really outside
Getting our muscle up like it's program time, look it
Fourth wavers toting 40s and 45s
To the ones we don't like, start pressing they line, look it
She started jockin' 'cause the way that I rhyme
She ain't a ten, but she a eight or a nine
And getting punked? It couldn't be one of mines
One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign
Ayy, what it is, bitch? What it do, ho?
If she ain't suckin' or fuckin', then she can move on
She just want to come and chill up in the studio
We ran the choo-choo train 'cause she ain't new to those
Do my thing and pass to the team, then she get booted on
And why you lovin' on that bitch? Ayy, she a booty call
And, yeah, I call her a ho, you call her beautiful
I be with thugs, you be with nerds in your videos
Poking his chest out every time he start rapping
But I'm the one that'll catch him in traffic and do him tragic
Hit a couple licks just like this gun got magic
I'm the maniac in black and when I see him, attack him
You don't gotta ask about the kid, I check up
Check my resume, hard body and straight thug
Hella young, running amok, and real ones show love
If they speakin' on my name, when I see em' they know what's up
Ayy, tell 'em stop lying, ayy, we the ones who really outside
Getting our muscle up like it's program time, look it
Fourth wavers toting 40s and 45s
To the ones we don't like, start pressing they line, look it
She started jockin' 'cause the way that I rhyme
She ain't a ten, but she a eight or a nine
And getting punked? It couldn't be one of mines
One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign (ayy)
Bitch, I'll hit that road like Jack
Oh, that's your boy? I hit your bro with a MAC
She want a face to face, only hit from the back, ayy
She want a kiss, but I gave her some dap
The face okay, I only hit 'cause she got ass
She getting on my nerves, but she all about her bag
She setting 'em up and I run in with a mask
She fell in love with a thug 'cause she knowing I'm the man
He get out of line, I'mma put him in place
Andy Ruiz of the streets, I'm the champ and the heavyweight
Your bitch was a ho, man, she been bust dates
I was Benny of the sandlot, I been run plays
One of the faces of the town, so watch your face in the city
Why would praise a group of lames? Man, you gotta be kidding
They don't want to get at me, they know I mob way different
I hit the club with a banger and the mob in the building
Ayy, tell 'em stop lying, ayy, we the ones who really outside
Getting our muscle up like it's program time, look it
Fourth wavers toting 40s and 45s
To the ones we don't like, start pressing they line, look it
She started jockin' 'cause the way that I rhyme
She ain't a ten, but she a eight or a nine
And getting punked? It couldn't be one of mines
One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign
Writer(s): Augustino Quintero, Ryan Bather
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