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Say what, huh, talkin' 'bout you can stick it in my butt, oh this lil hoe a freak
I can't lie, me bein' me, but I just can't pay for a fee
Knowin' to take shit down, might fuck a fan, hoe, at my meet and greet
Hold on this shit fed why the fuck y'all start the beat
Haitian buddy he ain't straight for heads and he like shrimp from deep
Think I'm finna trick and you ain't fucked? Bitch, help you need a seat
Gotta keep my love fire on these niggas, never know who's sweet
Spend a tense week with some bad shit, then her friend, wake up, repeat
Any watch you see me put on my wrist? Nigga know I bought it
She know who can pay for real come fuck with us, you see we ballin
This shit happen just the way I said it would fuck boy, I called it
Anytime they threw the D the ball, these nigga know I caught it
And no, this ain't got shit to do with sports
Doggin' ain't mean winnin' sport
Nigga, stay your bitch ass on the porch
Your grandma raised a dork
Fake-ass demon in the streets
But quick to say a name in court
Mouse-ass nigga
Push up on the off beat
Switchin' handles, stuffin' dick in mouth
If I post some racks, it ain't no throwback
This shit on me now
Run it up in less than sixty days
They wonderin' like how
We got big shit, let that deuce deuce go
That lil shit sound like pow
Writer(s): Lildee1st
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