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Yea Yea Yea Yea Once I spin the block you know what's coming I just spin the blicky like it's Russian Yea I spin it like it's roulette If he moving stupid I got guys that say they say shooters They been dying just to prove it I got niggas wasting time who think they seeing me I got bitches on my line like this the dmv I can't take the devil out of being me It's angels at my ankles trying to balance out the frequency My scenery is different they gonna hate me I excuse that Cause I could do whatever And I proved that Someone said they better They said who's that Then I pop up with the smoke They think the woo's back Yeah I book for the books Hoe that's paper on paper Then they copy my looks I got tailors on tailors I said watch how you talk to me It's some favors they offered me For the flavors stuck onto me I'll get back to that later Bitch I'm alpha to betas I'm the alpha omega Check the files and my data My profile is the greatest Wore my mask through the summer Not for the covid invasion That's just to make them aware that everything here could be taken I said it's Niggas wasting time who think they seeing me I got bitches on my line like this the dmv I can't take the devil out of being me It's angels at my ankles trying to balance out the frequency I know they wonder if I'll Go away No way Icy nigga getting bands, Coldplay Pretty nigga Jiggy nigga Soul Train And I'm killing all the pretty women with me, O.J. Yea I just gave a little nigga bitch back Everything that happen supposed to happen I can't fix that I just gave a little nigga bitch back I just turned his little bit of bitterness to big mad How you plan to go ahead and fix that Ain't no way around it, once we find him make the clip slap Goody but the bitch bad By the way she ride me like a holiday at six flags Just to get the duffle do a couple, that's a quick trip Quarantine or not, I got connects in all the districts Niggas writing disses get a disconnected disk quick They just killed they self, I'm tired of watching all these wrist slit I got niggas wasting time who think they seeing me I got bitches on my line like this the dmv I can't take the devil out of being me It's angels at my ankles trying to balance out the frequencies Oh
Writer(s): Robert Stapleton Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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