I got dirty laundry in the wash so you know that I'm gon' air it out
Assassinate my character, but will you beat the murder charge
You said that you slang, guarantee you haven't heard of ours
In the 505, we hop out suburban cars
Bitch I got it sealed tighter than Tennessee bourbon jars
Here, hold this L
I'ma skrt off in a V throwin' dubs like a German car
I took your ruca to New Mexico
And she don't speak your language anymore Lil' homie
That's because she learnin ours
You said you got work, but you the errand homie
Don't you ever f*ck with AyoBudd, yo that's my Aaron homie
You said you don't care, why you always act like Karens homie
Only thing she care about if they 24 karats, homie
You can check the accolades, I don't need awards shows, every time I drop that shit a ceremony
Every time, you, and your chick, walk by, she be sniffin' up my pheromones
I know life ain't fair, but you know that I'm a player, I don't wanna go embarrass homie
Apparently I sonned a pair of rappers, they my twins I ain't plan to be no parent homie
Financial freedom is determined
By how much you wanna compromise
I'm surrounded by these fragile male egos
And they don't know how to swallow pride
And don't you ever talk to me about havin' heart, cause you know that I gave all of mine
I knew I was poppin' when the cop that arrested me, came over and apologized
I've been a soldier in my city, when I suit up, it's cause I'm cuttin' all the ties
Why you so amazed a hundred thousand of these plays came from her, she do this all the time
I'm probably up at Boxcar in a hot box, gettin' boxed out
No, you cannot label me or put me in no box now
This shit box office
When these bitches pull they box out woah
She said, how come you don't like me
Listen, I just blamed it on my sign, bitch, I'm a f*ckin' Pisces
And then she cop an attitude, I told her, shut the f*ck up
Ate her out, I like my food spicy, yeah
I don't do no deals with nobody
Cause the money that I lost was a fair amount, yeah
I got dirty laundry in the wash
So you know that I'm gon' motherf*ckin' air it out
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I got dirty laundry in the wash so you know that I'm gon' air it out
Assassinate my character, but will you beat the murder charge
You said that you slang, guarantee you haven't heard of ours
In the 505, we hop out suburban cars
Bitch I got it sealed tighter than Tennessee bourbon jars
Here, hold this L
I'ma skrt off in a V throwin' dubs like a German car
I took your ruca to New Mexico
And she don't speak your language anymore Lil' homie
That's because she learnin ours
You said you got work, but you the errand homie
Don't you ever f*ck with AyoBudd, yo that's my Aaron homie
You said you don't care, why you always act like Karens homie
Only thing she care about if they 24 karats, homie
You can check the accolades, I don't need awards shows, every time I drop that shit a ceremony
Every time, you, and your chick, walk by, she be sniffin' up my pheromones
I know life ain't fair, but you know that I'm a player, I don't wanna go embarrass homie
Apparently I sonned a pair of rappers, they my twins I ain't plan to be no parent homie
Financial freedom is determined
By how much you wanna compromise
I'm surrounded by these fragile male egos
And they don't know how to swallow pride
And don't you ever talk to me about havin' heart, cause you know that I gave all of mine
I knew I was poppin' when the cop that arrested me, came over and apologized
I've been a soldier in my city, when I suit up, it's cause I'm cuttin' all the ties
Why you so amazed a hundred thousand of these plays came from her, she do this all the time
I'm probably up at Boxcar in a hot box, gettin' boxed out
No, you cannot label me or put me in no box now
This shit box office
When these bitches pull they box out woah
She said, how come you don't like me
Listen, I just blamed it on my sign, bitch, I'm a f*ckin' Pisces
And then she cop an attitude, I told her, shut the f*ck up
Ate her out, I like my food spicy, yeah
I don't do no deals with nobody
Cause the money that I lost was a fair amount, yeah
I got dirty laundry in the wash
So you know that I'm gon' motherf*ckin' air it out
Assassinate my character, but will you beat the murder charge
You said that you slang, guarantee you haven't heard of ours
In the 505, we hop out suburban cars
Bitch I got it sealed tighter than Tennessee bourbon jars
Here, hold this L
I'ma skrt off in a V throwin' dubs like a German car
I took your ruca to New Mexico
And she don't speak your language anymore Lil' homie
That's because she learnin ours
You said you got work, but you the errand homie
Don't you ever f*ck with AyoBudd, yo that's my Aaron homie
You said you don't care, why you always act like Karens homie
Only thing she care about if they 24 karats, homie
You can check the accolades, I don't need awards shows, every time I drop that shit a ceremony
Every time, you, and your chick, walk by, she be sniffin' up my pheromones
I know life ain't fair, but you know that I'm a player, I don't wanna go embarrass homie
Apparently I sonned a pair of rappers, they my twins I ain't plan to be no parent homie
Financial freedom is determined
By how much you wanna compromise
I'm surrounded by these fragile male egos
And they don't know how to swallow pride
And don't you ever talk to me about havin' heart, cause you know that I gave all of mine
I knew I was poppin' when the cop that arrested me, came over and apologized
I've been a soldier in my city, when I suit up, it's cause I'm cuttin' all the ties
Why you so amazed a hundred thousand of these plays came from her, she do this all the time
I'm probably up at Boxcar in a hot box, gettin' boxed out
No, you cannot label me or put me in no box now
This shit box office
When these bitches pull they box out woah
She said, how come you don't like me
Listen, I just blamed it on my sign, bitch, I'm a f*ckin' Pisces
And then she cop an attitude, I told her, shut the f*ck up
Ate her out, I like my food spicy, yeah
I don't do no deals with nobody
Cause the money that I lost was a fair amount, yeah
I got dirty laundry in the wash
So you know that I'm gon' motherf*ckin' air it out
Writer: Alexander Cloud-Russell
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