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(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?)
(Ayy, Minxy, you goated)
Yo
suckin' my dick, but doin' it wrong, now I gotta sue that
She says she don't want me no more, that's calm, it's nothin' to get me the new lap
I was makin' a Snap', Crash chattin' 'bout wettings, now I gotta mute that
And I robbed Mar Mar, but that's nothin' new, I been robbin' guys since I was a yout' man
I just got a drop, I'm not gonna ask if you're comin' or not
I fly girls that's not where I'm from, I hit from behind and she cummin' on top
(Ayy, Minxy, you goated)
Yo
suckin' my dick, but doin' it wrong, now I gotta sue that
She says she don't want me no more, that's calm, it's nothin' to get me the new lap
I was makin' a Snap', Crash chattin' 'bout wettings, now I gotta mute that
And I robbed Mar Mar, but that's nothin' new, I been robbin' guys since I was a yout' man
I just got a drop, I'm not gonna ask if you're comin' or not
I fly girls that's not where I'm from, I hit from behind and she cummin' on top
Phone my phone if they're coppin' a rock
I weren't upset not winnin' a MoBo, I've won bigger awards like top goal-scorer for the block
Huh, handwritin' printed, the windows tinted
Revolver new, but the shotgun vintage, unlimited linkage
If I end up doin' a drill in my Dior coat, I'm not gonna bin this
I've orchestrated drills just with the click of my fingers
Now she slippin' her knickers
Her lips were made for suckin', natural pattern, ain't got any fillers
Back then, used to risk it, two feet, ten toes, never had any dinners
And step with the kitchen, that was mummy's, never had any spinners
Drippin', my winter coat's gonna cost you two to do up the zippers
I weren't upset not winnin' a MoBo, I've won bigger awards like top goal-scorer for the block
Huh, handwritin' printed, the windows tinted
Revolver new, but the shotgun vintage, unlimited linkage
If I end up doin' a drill in my Dior coat, I'm not gonna bin this
I've orchestrated drills just with the click of my fingers
Now she slippin' her knickers
Her lips were made for suckin', natural pattern, ain't got any fillers
Back then, used to risk it, two feet, ten toes, never had any dinners
And step with the kitchen, that was mummy's, never had any spinners
Drippin', my winter coat's gonna cost you two to do up the zippers
When bro got nicked for the M, I weren't involved and still got the shivers
No matter the time or weather, crackheads know I'll get it delivered
She grew up in a good home, I don't know why her type's drug dealers and drillers
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
No matter the time or weather, crackheads know I'll get it delivered
She grew up in a good home, I don't know why her type's drug dealers and drillers
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers
Don't you hate when the mash starts clickin'?
Heard the baddest boy on the block, bet me and bro turn that victim
Oh, you think 'cause I'm rappin' I won't put on my black 'cause I'm turnin' twisted?
Oh, you think that I'm cappin'? What happened when I caught slippin'?
Cut ties if I hear one of my ones snitchin'
I know big homes' intentions pitchin'
Not on a bench, I'm where the pitch is
Or I'm inside of one of them man's bitches
Probably those Golden Boys, still up to mischief
Told her, "Don't tell your friends you're holdin' a mash for me, that's none of their business"
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers
Don't you hate when the mash starts clickin'?
Heard the baddest boy on the block, bet me and bro turn that victim
Oh, you think 'cause I'm rappin' I won't put on my black 'cause I'm turnin' twisted?
Oh, you think that I'm cappin'? What happened when I caught slippin'?
Cut ties if I hear one of my ones snitchin'
I know big homes' intentions pitchin'
Not on a bench, I'm where the pitch is
Or I'm inside of one of them man's bitches
Probably those Golden Boys, still up to mischief
Told her, "Don't tell your friends you're holdin' a mash for me, that's none of their business"
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers
The pack just came in, but I'ma get that gone by the click of my fingers
Whatever they offer, I make them times it twice by the click of my fingers
A baby nine, three-two'll spin, get pressed by the click of my fingers
I'm not in her good books, still drop to her knees by the click of my fingers
(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?)
(Ayy, Minxy, you goated)
(Ayy, Minxy, you goated)
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