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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reginald Sincere Geddie
Reginald Sincere Geddie
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Lyrics

You ain't learning Up in the trap with the chopsticks out my body, run up this heat 'gon burn 'em Eugh This lil uzi vert 'em This lil uzi vert 'em Pop my shit bitch I'm 'bout to surf And I ready up like I'm 'bout to nerf Don't cross that line, don't touch that turf My niggas'll die to put you on a shirt I don't pose when I take a picture, what it's worth? When we smoke with my bitches keep 'em down to earth Yeah I got hella riches but this shit a curse Down bad nigga tryna get a verse If he keep talking down he 'gon end in the dirt If I catch 'em again, bitch I'm flipping the bird Said my team like the Titans we came with a purpose (Yeah) My money be certain Said who want the smoke, lil bitch I be Purge'n Double the cup how the first one not working? Got the red in my cup lil bitch I think I'm turning She must think it's Fortnite like how the fuck you keep on slurping And she must not be thinking because she be giving me all of the brain Straight out of Arkham Asylum she going insane I'm 'bout to fuck up the game I got a plug and he stuck in the 90s screaming NWA And my niggas don't play no games I'm in this big body bitch wit a K Get smoked like a roach bitch Ima spray You ain't learning Up in the trap with the chopsticks out my body, run up this heat 'gon burn 'em Eugh This lil uzi vert 'em This lil uzi vert 'em Pop my shit bitch I'm 'bout to surf And I ready up like I'm 'bout to nerf No I cannot give none of these niggas chances I laugh to the bank got yo bitch in the Mansion Bitch I work at Chik-fil-a, got so much fucking chicken Hoe, I'm not buying no Birkins thought you was independent And I just got extended clips so try me bitch I'm tempted WWE bitch I'm over the limit Put the Smackdown on 'em I feel like I'm Christian Hit the Killswitch on 'em, my pockets encrypted (Yeah) I was a bad kid, no I cannot wait They be like "$in$ity you gotta eat", bitch I been holding my weight All that sneak dissing lil nigga you pussy, come and tell me to my face Bitch I'm not online I'm assigned to get the money and pray (Aye) These bitches basic they just wanna be on my stick on my body, okay Like, have a wonderful day I just met this little baddie and she from the Bay And she had a wonderful shape And she getting freaky wit me, I'm talking 50 shades The only problem is that she wanna stay Bitch I'm married to my Glock and I wanna mate You ain't learning Up in the trap with the chopsticks out my body, run up this heat 'gon burn 'em Eugh This lil uzi vert 'em This lil uzi vert 'em Pop my shit bitch I'm 'bout to surf And I ready up like I'm 'bout to nerf
Writer(s): Reginald Geddie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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