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They like Bill You go crazy You get stupid on the beat Ask that bitch about me She know ima freak up in them sheets 223's and Green Beams Ah leave ya shaking in the streets Niggas plotting So we watching I won't let em murder me Ima ghost But Aine st Patrick We got um hm It ain't free They love smoking dead niggas Till they ass be deceased Jump sober ready to spin But off the drank He quick to geek Pop ah yerky Then I beat her Now detectives watching me Aine kill her with my hands You know the youngin Dropped the D Ain't no talking When we coming Bitch you know we play for keeps Ion homies sized ah nigga Guessing that they really creep But Aine mad at em Ima wake me up Soon as they sleep Stacking none but dead niggas Ain't ah soul Help me eat I Told rod to watch the road If he move wrong He gone sleep I can't lay up When I fuck That's when they try to plant ah seed Walking gas station Fill ya tank with diesel If I pee Ima star And ima G I might just make another me She think she rolling off a yerky But that's just ah plan B Plan C Run off in his house We looking for the cheese If he play We gotta kill em Ain't no way that he can leave She say I be talking reckless Hit the door Bitch you can leave Ain't in my feelings Off the henny Trynna find me ah lil freak Get that back end Ima flip it I got family to feed Ain't no leaching In my circle Nigga everybody eating. I'm with two three We got 2 3's They got xtendo's And ah beam Kevis keep me In the yo I got the plan And He gone scheme 1201 The new no limit We got everything you need Talking reckless bout ah nigga Leave ya laid out on the scene
Writer(s): Andre Tommie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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