Aye Karate kid how I'm chopping Shit or you can Say a Clumsy nigga how I'm dropping shit 4.5 hit ass from far make him drop his Stick excuse me that's A Fire arm that is not No blick please don't let me shoot first cause I am not gone miss
My baby momma went through my phone I couldn't lie for shit
He catching feelings off the pussy make him hide bitch lately I been feeling disappointed I ain't proud of shit
I beat her pussy off a perc make the condom rip up a thousand blues at the clerk she think it's counterfeit niggas saying get it like I don't O you must powder sniff I up my kutta too yo face on some rowdy shit
Told the bitch I only want head she tryna ride the dick
Told the bitch if it don't make bands it make no kinda cent
Lame nigga I don't play fair I get inside yo bitch ...
Aye this bitch swear she ain't a freak but she keep trying suck the squad up
Young dawg trying to slide over a slut he too tied up
I got some killers banging out the whoop ah get you tied
I'm steady sipping purple out the cup finna cry doves
I'm tired of taking Ls my Biggest L Was Tryna buy love
Shoot a crip nigga in his face and make him drop blood I can't trust nobody stay away cause I don't not love
Put yo hands up get off yo ass broke is not fun
I can throw a rack at yo bitch an make her f*ck Lon I can throw a rack at yo bitch we is not bums
Aye nigga Get up out yo feelings get a bag first
She sucking all on the dick ain't even ask first
Retaliation is a must come get a fast hearse ending niggas with this big kutta like a last Verse
Bitch Ughhh
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Aye Karate kid how I'm chopping Shit or you can Say a Clumsy nigga how I'm dropping shit 4.5 hit ass from far make him drop his Stick excuse me that's A Fire arm that is not No blick please don't let me shoot first cause I am not gone miss
My baby momma went through my phone I couldn't lie for shit
He catching feelings off the pussy make him hide bitch lately I been feeling disappointed I ain't proud of shit
I beat her pussy off a perc make the condom rip up a thousand blues at the clerk she think it's counterfeit niggas saying get it like I don't O you must powder sniff I up my kutta too yo face on some rowdy shit
Told the bitch I only want head she tryna ride the dick
Told the bitch if it don't make bands it make no kinda cent
Lame nigga I don't play fair I get inside yo bitch ...
Aye this bitch swear she ain't a freak but she keep trying suck the squad up
Young dawg trying to slide over a slut he too tied up
I got some killers banging out the whoop ah get you tied
I'm steady sipping purple out the cup finna cry doves
I'm tired of taking Ls my Biggest L Was Tryna buy love
Shoot a crip nigga in his face and make him drop blood I can't trust nobody stay away cause I don't not love
Put yo hands up get off yo ass broke is not fun
I can throw a rack at yo bitch an make her f*ck Lon I can throw a rack at yo bitch we is not bums
Aye nigga Get up out yo feelings get a bag first
She sucking all on the dick ain't even ask first
Retaliation is a must come get a fast hearse ending niggas with this big kutta like a last Verse
Bitch Ughhh
My baby momma went through my phone I couldn't lie for shit
He catching feelings off the pussy make him hide bitch lately I been feeling disappointed I ain't proud of shit
I beat her pussy off a perc make the condom rip up a thousand blues at the clerk she think it's counterfeit niggas saying get it like I don't O you must powder sniff I up my kutta too yo face on some rowdy shit
Told the bitch I only want head she tryna ride the dick
Told the bitch if it don't make bands it make no kinda cent
Lame nigga I don't play fair I get inside yo bitch ...
Aye this bitch swear she ain't a freak but she keep trying suck the squad up
Young dawg trying to slide over a slut he too tied up
I got some killers banging out the whoop ah get you tied
I'm steady sipping purple out the cup finna cry doves
I'm tired of taking Ls my Biggest L Was Tryna buy love
Shoot a crip nigga in his face and make him drop blood I can't trust nobody stay away cause I don't not love
Put yo hands up get off yo ass broke is not fun
I can throw a rack at yo bitch an make her f*ck Lon I can throw a rack at yo bitch we is not bums
Aye nigga Get up out yo feelings get a bag first
She sucking all on the dick ain't even ask first
Retaliation is a must come get a fast hearse ending niggas with this big kutta like a last Verse
Bitch Ughhh
Writer: Levante watson
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