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Yuh Uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh You can come and run away with me Run away, baby Stripping under street lights I see like three dykes tripping, can I see right? Bug on me linger, I feel a tug and I tingle Like ho, like, no, that can't be right Door bell a ringer, like, nigga, who could that be? Night Blood on my fingers again She run then I bring her the pen Green marijuana turn red when I been with my friends Blowing smoke Send it to heaven, amen, amen I been walking the block with a pen Not rocking with my cock by the firing pin Sometimes I be talking, I would rather you don't know my hand Uh, uh-uh Climbing and hopping a fence I'm robbing that cop for his pants Fuck yo' children, nigga, pop at you skip and you prance, uhh Watching you doing yo' dance, move yo' feet Fuck with other people, people oughta come fuck up yo' chance Reaper keep time by the sands And my mama know I'm tripping 'cause I get it from her Let her call, I'd rather be alone How could you be such a piece of shit? Amma gave you a home I'ma not pick up the phone, I got rot inside my bones No matter what you do, don't forget to breathe Stew in my feelings a habit, gripping the foot of a rabbit Tripping, I'm full of the acid now Back in 7th grade swore I would never pass the loud around Now I regret it, would never have said it if the class unbiased Bow down and get back to yo' business, complete sentence Dennis is acting a menace, table tennis Ping-pong, sing-song, do not talk to your dentist He got work to do, surely you would rather walk through your penace Doing my time on this planet, God damn it Doing my time on this plan it, God damn it
Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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