Came off the worst year of my life
F*ck nigga talk too much, That pussy ass nigga he playin' with his life
He pillowtalk that ain't right
F*ck nigga writing a statement, These nigga ass be rats, These niggas be mice
He don't want beef, he know we violent
He won't speak, just know he solid
She a freak, just know she wildin'
She eat meat, that hoe got mileage
She want me, I won't acknowledge
We won't speak, I don't know nothin' bout it
Keep shit P, I keep shit silent
C3 with me, Just know he riding
I Love my bitch you know she mine
F*ck nigga doing all that dissin', when I catch him his ass dying
Leave him dead, we leave him flying
You can't hang with none of my partna's, You a bitch you not my kind
Smokin' Cam shit got me fried
Lil Shaud ain't stepped on shit, But keep on making disses I think he gay
So many drugs and gun ridin' through the A, we can't get caught with this
Having switch on every gun, opp hoe in the Yo gettin' slutted out
Hit from the back, Foot on her neck she talkin' bout "bae my face hurt"
Tryna' f*ck on wassaname, Hold on Lil Monta can't go fed
I'm tryna rock your hoe to bed
Put dick all in her mouth, i told her slow down I cant feel my legs, let's do it
Sucked the soul out me, I can't even feel my ball
He think he my mans, but i will cross him like Jamal
Shooting threes just like Chris Paul, F*cked a thick bitch in the stall
They on slimey shit, can't come around, No I don't f*ck with yall
Y'all cant come around
F*cked on her, I'm tryna f*ck her friend I left her with a frown
Dumb ass opp jumped in a pond, knowing damn well he gone drown
Bro slapped suppressor on his stick, He ain't tryna make a sound
Switches that go Brrr-Brrr, Gas it go Skrt-Skrt
You can have the bitch, don't want no dealings, she's a Hoo-ker
Can have any bitch I want, I shoot my shot like Devin Boo-ker
Cooling Kit on the switch, 'cause that bitch fry shit like a coo-ker
Lil Von - Cmon (feat. 163 Lil Mar & Lil Monta) Lyrics
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Came off the worst year of my life
F*ck nigga talk too much, That pussy ass nigga he playin' with his life
He pillowtalk that ain't right
F*ck nigga writing a statement, These nigga ass be rats, These niggas be mice
He don't want beef, he know we violent
He won't speak, just know he solid
She a freak, just know she wildin'
She eat meat, that hoe got mileage
She want me, I won't acknowledge
We won't speak, I don't know nothin' bout it
Keep shit P, I keep shit silent
C3 with me, Just know he riding
I Love my bitch you know she mine
F*ck nigga doing all that dissin', when I catch him his ass dying
Leave him dead, we leave him flying
You can't hang with none of my partna's, You a bitch you not my kind
Smokin' Cam shit got me fried
Lil Shaud ain't stepped on shit, But keep on making disses I think he gay
So many drugs and gun ridin' through the A, we can't get caught with this
Having switch on every gun, opp hoe in the Yo gettin' slutted out
Hit from the back, Foot on her neck she talkin' bout "bae my face hurt"
Tryna' f*ck on wassaname, Hold on Lil Monta can't go fed
I'm tryna rock your hoe to bed
Put dick all in her mouth, i told her slow down I cant feel my legs, let's do it
Sucked the soul out me, I can't even feel my ball
He think he my mans, but i will cross him like Jamal
Shooting threes just like Chris Paul, F*cked a thick bitch in the stall
They on slimey shit, can't come around, No I don't f*ck with yall
Y'all cant come around
F*cked on her, I'm tryna f*ck her friend I left her with a frown
Dumb ass opp jumped in a pond, knowing damn well he gone drown
Bro slapped suppressor on his stick, He ain't tryna make a sound
Switches that go Brrr-Brrr, Gas it go Skrt-Skrt
You can have the bitch, don't want no dealings, she's a Hoo-ker
Can have any bitch I want, I shoot my shot like Devin Boo-ker
Cooling Kit on the switch, 'cause that bitch fry shit like a coo-ker
F*ck nigga talk too much, That pussy ass nigga he playin' with his life
He pillowtalk that ain't right
F*ck nigga writing a statement, These nigga ass be rats, These niggas be mice
He don't want beef, he know we violent
He won't speak, just know he solid
She a freak, just know she wildin'
She eat meat, that hoe got mileage
She want me, I won't acknowledge
We won't speak, I don't know nothin' bout it
Keep shit P, I keep shit silent
C3 with me, Just know he riding
I Love my bitch you know she mine
F*ck nigga doing all that dissin', when I catch him his ass dying
Leave him dead, we leave him flying
You can't hang with none of my partna's, You a bitch you not my kind
Smokin' Cam shit got me fried
Lil Shaud ain't stepped on shit, But keep on making disses I think he gay
So many drugs and gun ridin' through the A, we can't get caught with this
Having switch on every gun, opp hoe in the Yo gettin' slutted out
Hit from the back, Foot on her neck she talkin' bout "bae my face hurt"
Tryna' f*ck on wassaname, Hold on Lil Monta can't go fed
I'm tryna rock your hoe to bed
Put dick all in her mouth, i told her slow down I cant feel my legs, let's do it
Sucked the soul out me, I can't even feel my ball
He think he my mans, but i will cross him like Jamal
Shooting threes just like Chris Paul, F*cked a thick bitch in the stall
They on slimey shit, can't come around, No I don't f*ck with yall
Y'all cant come around
F*cked on her, I'm tryna f*ck her friend I left her with a frown
Dumb ass opp jumped in a pond, knowing damn well he gone drown
Bro slapped suppressor on his stick, He ain't tryna make a sound
Switches that go Brrr-Brrr, Gas it go Skrt-Skrt
You can have the bitch, don't want no dealings, she's a Hoo-ker
Can have any bitch I want, I shoot my shot like Devin Boo-ker
Cooling Kit on the switch, 'cause that bitch fry shit like a coo-ker
Writer: von von
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