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What
Huh
Yo
Huh
What
As a shorty, ain't have nothin
Bitch, I grew up in that poverty
Lil' groupie bitches ain't wanna follow me
What
Huh
As a shorty, ain't have nothin
Bitch, I grew up in that poverty
Remember, I was broke, them groupie bitches ain't wanna follow me
Now they wanna swallow me
Stupid bitch, keep callin' me
In the trenches with my glizzy
Bitch, you run up, you gon' D.I.E
Send him to the sky
Make his mama cry
Ride that boy just like a guilt
Send that pussy underneath
We only smoked three fives
Now they hit him from his blind side
Niggas speakin' on my name
Jump out gang, we bring that pain
Get up on him, fully aimed
Glock .4 fifth gon' touch his brain
My mask on and my gloves tight
I'm tryna catch a nigga with his ass out
I Was Spinabenz, call that nigga twin
Know if I make a pussy, nigga crash out
Gotta fully chop him, pass that bitch to Whoppa
He gon' walk up down and rip his body off
You don't catch me slippin', I ain't never loose
Glock .23, bitch, you know it's on
In the trap house, bustin' peas down
I can serve a ho and I can bust it down
I been gettin' money while you niggas prayin
I'm the middle school, servin' ho ice
Groupin' bitch, she gon' fuckin' submit
Every time I call, I know she pullin' through
She gon' take it all, let me beat it up
Only time we testin' what you wanna fuck
I can never trust her, I can never love her
Know if a sucker dick, I can never cuff her
Know a sucker dick, I can never cuff her
When we havin' sex, we don't use a rubber
I know the pussy good, but I can't be a sucker
When I fuck a bitch, I always say I love her
As a shorty, ain't have nothin
Bitch, I grew up in that poverty
Remember how I was broke
Them groupie bitches ain't wanna follow me
Now they wanna swallow me
Stupid bitch keep callin' me
As a shorty, ain't have nothin
Bitch, I grew up in that poverty
Remember how I was broke
Them groupie bitches ain't wanna follow me
Now they wanna swallow me
Stupid bitch keep callin' me
In the trenches with my glizzy
Bitch, you run up, you gon' D.I.E
Send him to the sky, make his mama cry
Ride that boy just like a guilt
Send that pussy underneath
We only smoke three fives
Now they hit him from his blind side
Niggas speakin' on my name
Jump back and we bring that pain
Writer(s): Deijeion Anthony Russell
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