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Alright, look, I gotcha, I gotcha, I gotcha, I gotcha I'm about to stop playing for real I'm about to stop playing for real I'm about to stop playing for real Okay, too smart for my own fucking good, that shit dangerous Grower not a shower in the cold, it ain't swangin' Dude a bitch hurt his feelings and he quick to get his banger I'm out in Houston with them big booty bitches, niggas on swangas I don't give a fuck I just seen my sneaky link in live, I'm finna hit her up Shawty had two kids, her titties sagging she want lift them up Dude gon' get molested, cause twin say he won't get em touched Backdoor with her bestie cause really, I don't give a fuck Okay, I'm slime on them hoes Yeah, like a playground, I get to sliding on them hoes Southwest airlines, nigga was flying with them bows Keep it a hundred with my dawgs, but I be lying to them hoes I go crazy Cut off one of my favorite bitches, she ask for a payment Bitch, I know the money what you after I believe in God, but I don't want hear shit from the pastor Want the pussy first, I'm tryna fall in love after Bitch, I'm doing scams, cause a bag what I'm after Shawty got the yams and I'm really tryna smack em Flew out to the yams just to get her body plastic She said, "baby, how the fuck that bitch shoot if it's plastic?" Rapping for ten years, bitch, I still ain't make a classic Cheating her man, cause she said he never lastin' Fuckin' hoes too easy, cause I always have him laughin' He was a running back in high school, he ain't do nothin' after Nigga look like Sway, bitch, you ain't got the answers Real big Virgo, I cannot fuck with no cancer Okay, real light skin nigga I give my ex bookoo chances I fucked up bad, I fell in love with a dancer Run around in my hold up, yeah, ride around in that jag thing I can't tell a bitch my secrets, she gon' spill em' when it's mad day CTS Cadillac, pull that bitch out the bat cave Dude ain't got no morals sell his ass for some rackades Boy, I talk shit and it be real How you on your last 20 piece, I thought you signed a deal Yeah, I'm Crybaby Cash but in reality, I ain't got no feels That nigga a throwing in his head bad cause he been fucked up off them pills
Writer(s): Ashton Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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