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Let's do that Last nigga tried to play ended up a nobody Now look at ya self you a muhfuckin nobody Head shot decapitate ya now you missing yo body Flight Life is the gang bitch how you wanna go bout it 1 you ain't getting shit if you ain't putting in no work skrt 2 am I'm out here putting beats off in the dirt whoa 3 blunts to the dome & now I'm reaching up her skirt whoa You will never catch me with my dick up in the dirt no Pedal to the metal Big racks on my schedule I don't fuck with nun of y'all but I ain't gotta tell ya Like wiz I'm on my level I twist up like propellers I be at the bank flirting with the bank tellers I remember when I was a teen I prolly fucked yo hoe She was throwing pussy & her friend was giving up that throat Pop that shit for pimp & let me see that nappy booty hole You cant catch a vibe lil bitch it's time to go I was only 16 had them golds up in my mouth nigga North side where I'm living but I came up on the south nigga & I fuck with everybody from east to the west whoa Fuckin with my set & we put holes in yo chest whoa Think I need sum rest whoa I ain't slept in 3 days I can show you how to get money in more than 3 ways Franklin keep on calling & he got Jackson on 3 way I be getting to the money anytime you ever see me Hold up, wait roll up I'm one deep when I show up Niggas in the game but they ain't got the right controller Double up my cup & pass the poison nigga pour up I been down for so long I have no choice but to just go up SUPA
Writer(s): Jared Sinegal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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