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BL$$D First of all, I want you to put your middle fingers up And tell anybody that said fuck you (Just blessed the bitch) Fuck 'em back, hahahaha, bitch (Get you some money) Yeah, how did you do it? How did I do it? Bitch, this how I do it I came from the bottom, bitch, I had to do it I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it Choppers on deck, you know I influence Glocks on deck, you know I influence I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin' She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin' She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin' Sippin' these drugs and smokin', baby, baby I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby You fuck with me, baby? Hold the Glock 380 Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady I got the Percocet, the strap from the Grady I be sippin' drank, I'm smokin' the greatest I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor Knock a nigga out like Floyd 'bout the paper Stunner frames on, I cannot see no hater Yeah, yeah (Ayy, give me them stunner frames) (Man, give me them stunner frames), yeah Give me that glizzy Hold up, nah, keep the glizzy, give that to the shooter (Yeah) Give me the bankroll Give him a piece of the bankroll So when somebody act wrong, he keep that Yeah, inhale the evil, evil, huh I'm smokin' on the devil, yeah Play with me, get the shovel, yeah Bitch hit the heavy metal, slime I get more money than these niggas, dawg These niggas ain't gettin' money, what they thought? I kick the bitch out my whip and then she walk You know I'm a boss and bitches like to stalk The quarterback, move the pack, I'm Michael Vick They tryna catch me and my dawgs on a lick They wanna see niggas locked up in a cage We blitzin' the opps, shoot the snitch 'fore they safe We boys in the hood, we don't fuck with no treys You hop out the whip, we don't got nothin' to say We blow your back out with the shotty like Ricky We keep it rock solid like Shotti, no snitchin' Choppers on deck, you know I influence Glocks on deck, you know I influence I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin' She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin' She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin' Sippin' these drugs and smokin', baby, baby I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby You fuck with me, baby? Hold the Glock 380 Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady I got the Percocet, the strap from the Grady I be sippin' drank, I'm smokin' the greatest I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor Knock a nigga out like Floyd 'bout the paper Stunner frames on, I cannot see no hater Ayy, free my nigga, yo, they tryna give him twenty Tryna cut his time to make him go against me Fuck with that boy, shawty realest of the realest Couple niggas out here turned into some bitches Couple niggas fuck with turned into some snitches But it's like that, I'm livin' built for it Jump in the water, nigga, head forward Can't be sloppy with the stick, no dive board Stabbin' cutthroat in the middle of court We PDE 4L, bitch nigga, of course These niggas switchin' like they never had a choice Hear it in your voice, you's a bitch, boy This gangster shit, a lotta niggas ain't built for it Lotta niggas ain't built for it, this stick poke like pitchfork Get you a cap and gown Ain't no rappin', my nigga, we steppin' out (Yeah), yeah I'm not no other rapper Send your way, then them shooters gon' gun you down (Grraow, grraow) Word around town, bitch, I run the town (Yeah) Yeah, the Bermuda my stomping ground (Yeah) Where the bitch niggas don't come around (Yeah) Your big homie not gangster, he's a clown (Yeah) I get the AK-47, got the smile Make a pussy nigga frown (Give me that, pussy) Clown Choppers on deck, you know I influence Glocks on deck, you know I influence I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin' She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin' She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin' Sippin' these drugs and smokin', baby, baby I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby You fuck with me, baby? Hold the Glock 380 Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady I got the Percocet, the strap from the Grady I be sippin' drank, I'm smokin' the greatest I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor Knock a nigga out like Floyd 'bout the paper Stunner frames on, I cannot see no hater Stunner on you fuck niggas, uh Y'all fuck niggas, uh, huh I get more money than you, hahahaha Give a fuck, nigga Yeah
Writer(s): Jordan Peter Orvosh, Tariq Sharrieff, Quantavious Tavario Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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