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We back wit it
Talkin' all this shit, lil' pussy boy fast with it
Talkin' all this bitch money, that's a fact, with it
Yeah, you get no cap, what a fact, with it
Ayy, I'm the cash, motherfucker bam
Triple SS with the Benz in the fuckin' jam
Ex-bitch, called back said she wanted it back
But I said hoe get off my phone I'm not running back
I'm still standing
I'm still standing
I'm still standing
I'm still standing
I'm still standing
Pull to this hoe with dezzy, yeah, yall can't understand
Pull up on the fuckin' block, put him in the fuckin' box
If he gon' shoot that **** right in his fuckin' sock
A **** talkin' shit, we gon' chain somebody's fuckin' socks
**** thought I was done
Fuck fear, he a bitch, I'ma put him in my spiff
**** keep talkin' shit, I'ma have to fuck his bitch
Fuck Ender he a, bitch, pull up with the fuckin' blick
But I said hoe get off my phone I'm not running back
Pull up with the fuckin' blick, we gon' have to fuckin blick
Fuck Ari, she a bitch, I'ma put her in the spiff
I heard that she was cheating, yeah, she a motherfuckin' bitch
I can't trust these hoes anymore
Talkin' shit, you gon' be gone
Fuck your brother and your fuckin' mother
Dumb bitches is dead huh
Written by: Allen Stve Ricks
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