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I ain't gon’ lie, this sh*t slap, I think I'm f**kin' with it I ain’t gon' lie, this b*t*h thick, I think I'm nuttin' in it Why do n***as steal the sauce and get to runnin' with it? Why the whip got an odor? Got them onions in it And I'll put this b*t*h in sport and get to leaving n***as I'll throw on the Cartier's and get to reading n***as I’ll put this .40 down, really beat a n***a Or put your bother in the wood and get to chiefin’ n***as Me and DBoii, we the wave in this b*t*h You know it's sticks around when the gang in this b*t*h Every n***a with me got on chains in this b*t*h Try and snatch one you gon’ meet this 'K in this b*t*h Might throw a couple bands and make it rain in this b*t*h Might call a n***a main and run a train in his b*t*h LB in the corner busting plays in this b*t*h If you ain't smoking Runts then you can't hang in this b*t*h sh*t’s so wet I damn near came in this b*t*h She gave it to me sloppy give me brain with the tits If you can't up a dub, n***as lame in this b*t*h Who said this sh*t is dry? I'll make it rain wit' a brick On the gang Forgis on the five-fifty, b*t*h that's how I'm bummin' She was playing with the cat so I had to f**k her cousin All my diamonds dancing, you will never see me tucking f**k it, if n***as yelling f**k 'em then it's f**k 'em All right then brodie, we ain't f**kin' with them boys Yeah it's up but if you ask me yeah it's nothing with them boys Buffed the f**k up, they like, "You f**kin' with them roids" And you not enough for her so she be f**kin' with them toys And I'm still childish so I'm still f**kin' with them toys Chop wit' a, slide down and make some noise I'll never beat my b*t*h she get to funkin' that's her choice Put a P up on his head and get to puffin' on that boy On the gang This choppa so big it make it hard for me to hold it All these blues in the loaf it make it hard for me to fold it Give a f**k about a b*t*h, don't wanna f**k? I'll get the lotion Don't make me drop that bag and have them killas creep up on you Wocky with the lemonade, yeah that's my potion I'm feeling like Dre in that Benz, I'm in motion Can't tell that's your b*t*h by the way she bust it open Laughing at you suckas when I shoot but I ain't jokin' n***a Yeah, I ain't jokin', laughing at you suckas when I shoot but I ain't jokin' Your b*t*h pu**y good so I bust it wide open Ah, ah, ah, you can see the stick pokin' Ayy, yeah and I'm on one Two two three's in that chop, yeah I'm on one Two two three's in that chop, yeah I'm on one Thirty in that Glock, ah, ah, yeah I'm on one And I'm on one, ah, yeah, and we on one Ayy, n***a funk, run in the house, n***a on one DBoii and Slimmy, back to back yeah we on one Gang
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