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I'll press the button on these niggas The choppa get to rockin' out on niggas and made his hip-hop Dancin' ass nigga, he belong on Tik-Tok No longer pro bono, that's a home run Made niggas plead for sympathy when holdin' these twin F&N's If we clubbin' then there's sticks in here, shit If not then promoters get hit with kicks and fists Who bitch is this suckin' dick? Lord, knows she's a baby killer Paint her face, she's a clown too Your mans told, and the man he told on finna get out soon Every time she hit my line, she hear the dial tone The pussy cool but so is hers, I don't care that much Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him? 30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him? 30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em Uh, shit, yeah I'll buy the whole bar if they let me Uh, shit, yeah If she wanna come party, would you let her? Never would you ever bitch, we millionaires You ate thousand from my hundred bitch, you get in there, bum I'm rockin' the drum with two sticks, I don't give a fuck He run up on that 2Pac shit, bitch, we gon' hit him up Now we throwin' curves that was a 95 If I add four shots, I give him 99, shit talker You see me, and you see why nigga pissed off He in the booth off coke, limp dick, mad 'cause he can't get off Treacherous, is this nigga right now in my messages I don't want the bitch bro, stop textin' me For real, dumbass niggas, tahaha Loser, doofus, I keep two shooters with me I got Bin Laden in the coupe with the kufi in it I'll melt him like a slushy, burnt him, it was nothin' Paid in full, I paid my dues to rock out with this hunnid Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him? 30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him? 30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em Uh, shit, yeah I'll buy the whole bar if they let me Uh, shit, yeah If she wanna come party, would you let her? They gon' stretch the whole car out if I send a blitz Death the only thing that make me happy if you get me pissed Scooped two hoes from they day shift and made them bitches strip You can't party where I party at, unless you on the list You can ask the opps and they'll tell you, "Peezy on his shit" Drunk a eight of Wock' in one soda, now I gotta piss If the state troopers pull us over, bae, don't tell 'em shit You get in the way you know it's over, boy, don't make the list Met two bad hoes on the 'Gram, I made them bitches kiss Both of 'em stingy, so I made them hoes share this dick You might end up like Ray Charles, you stare at my wrist Blow a dub today, and get it back tomorrow 'cause it ain't shit Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him? 30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em Want my name all in your mouth, can you feel me? Heard your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him? 30 thousand, it was mounted on the dresser They'll stretch the whole car if I tell 'em Uh, shit, yeah I'll buy the whole bar if they let me Uh, shit, yeah If she wanna come party, would you let her? Haha Anyway, yeah, y'all know what's goin' on Anyway I'm like, you feel me? 'Cause your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him? That's a serious question though like really Okay, hahaha, anyway, do you feel me? 'Cause your boyfriend is a opp, should I kill him? I got .30 in my hand though I couldn't mount it on the table Hahaha That be like a serious question though like, nigga, like, tss Ain't like I hurt yo' boyfriend like Like you want me to get him out the way? Oh, okay, okay, I'm- Hahaha, we know the truth Long live Jameon Davis, fuck these busters Uh, yeah Pew-pew-pew, hahaha, shit
Writer(s): Benjamin Falik, Darrell Caldwell, Phillip Glen-earl Peaks, Josh Goldenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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