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Performed By: Bxitz
Language: English
Length: 1:57
Written by: untitled untitled




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I'm feeling myself x6
Yuh
Aye f*ck yo music that shit ass
I make money by doing music, you make money by cutting grass
Put yo album in the dumpster, man that shit is hella trash
That nigga going to summer school, that lil nigga cannot pass
That nigga wanna buy some shit, yeah gimmie
Man i'm turning on these niggas might as well just call me Timmy
Man you got no f*cking pape, all you got is a penny
I got more hoes, than my age, I got f*cking plenty
Wake up Filthyy
John Cena You can't see me
Put that lil ho up in a blender
I'm prayin' to God for all of them sinners
Weak-ass punches Thanksgiving dinner
I like that paper, I'ma money getter
They gettin' lit, but we gettin' litter
You gettin' shot, in yo f*ckin' liver
F*ck that bitch, and leave that hoe I say tootles
When you f*ck a bitch, you gotta ask for they damn approval
You in my blunt, you in my cup, I call your ass Ramen noodles
If I get pape everytime I draw I guess that I doodle
Nigga I aint say doo doo I aint talking bout the shits
Me staying on the phone with you at night that's, all you get
Walking around with gray pants on you can see my print
Lynch a nigga on a tree, call that nigga an ornament
I'm feeling myself x16
Aye f*ck yo music that shit ass
I make money by doing music, you make money by cutting grass
Put yo album in the dumpster, man that shit is hella trash
That nigga going to summer school, that lil nigga cannot pass
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English

I'm feeling myself x6
Yuh
Aye f*ck yo music that shit ass
I make money by doing music, you make money by cutting grass
Put yo album in the dumpster, man that shit is hella trash
That nigga going to summer school, that lil nigga cannot pass
That nigga wanna buy some shit, yeah gimmie
Man i'm turning on these niggas might as well just call me Timmy
Man you got no f*cking pape, all you got is a penny
I got more hoes, than my age, I got f*cking plenty
Wake up Filthyy
John Cena You can't see me
Put that lil ho up in a blender
I'm prayin' to God for all of them sinners
Weak-ass punches Thanksgiving dinner
I like that paper, I'ma money getter
They gettin' lit, but we gettin' litter
You gettin' shot, in yo f*ckin' liver
F*ck that bitch, and leave that hoe I say tootles
When you f*ck a bitch, you gotta ask for they damn approval
You in my blunt, you in my cup, I call your ass Ramen noodles
If I get pape everytime I draw I guess that I doodle
Nigga I aint say doo doo I aint talking bout the shits
Me staying on the phone with you at night that's, all you get
Walking around with gray pants on you can see my print
Lynch a nigga on a tree, call that nigga an ornament
I'm feeling myself x16
Aye f*ck yo music that shit ass
I make money by doing music, you make money by cutting grass
Put yo album in the dumpster, man that shit is hella trash
That nigga going to summer school, that lil nigga cannot pass
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