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[intro]
why did you lie to me, b_tch?
you was talkin’ that tough, don’t you cry to me, b_tch
you gon’ throw a tantrum, get to stompin’ and sh_t
da_d_mn, look at the birds, look at the world
you was my baby, yeah, you was my girl
now when i look at you, i wanna hurl (on god)
now when i look at you, i cannot fake (on god)
knock that boy, is that n_gga awake? (on god)
you are in good hands, n_gga, allstate
she wanna marry me, wan’ be my mate
pop out the blue, state farm, like jake
life is really what n_ggas create
and this glock .45, n_gga, it cremate (d_d_d_dj banned)
(on god)
(i love dj gren8de)
[verse 1]
.762’s hit that boy
real guns, we don’t play with no toy
i’m gettin’ this chicken and it give me joy
why these n_ggas be broke as h_ll? n_ggas be poor
if lil’ shawty don’t wanna f_ck, kick out the door
this lil’ b_tch broke my heart and you know that she tore it
th_these .556 hittin’ through yo’ core
and i just wanna f_ck, lil’ baby, i’m bored
if that n_gga try’ run up, send ’em to the lord
if he run up, he gon’ be done
fu_f_ckin’ yo’ bih’ while i grab her bun
and he told me to push up, lil’ n_gga, i spun
and we run in yo’ crib, n_gga, with the gun
and y’all n_ggas some lil’ boy’s, them my sons
yeah, i got a g_19 with the drum
and lil’ shawty right there got a big bum
and we crashin’ yo’ party, n_gga, just for fun
a_and these bullets gon’ hitttt yo’ dome
what’s in my pantssss? that chrome
and please don’t callll my phone
n_gga, don’t hit me up
i_i wanna f_ck ’cause she got bubble b_tt
ch_choppa go, “doo_doo_doo”, hit that boy up
lo_look in my eyes, boy, i don’t give a f_ck
when that boy saw the glock .30, n_gga was stuck
and my money get st_rdy just like kai cenat
i was raised in the hood, n_gga, i came from that
i was servin’ and servin’, these n_ggas sell crack
and my money keep addin’ up, it don’t subtract
i can’t switch on the gang, no, i can’t turn my back
and if you tryna run up, put 9 in yo’ back
[verse 2]
i_i’m in the stu’, twin, pour up the deuceeee
can’t hang around me if you not gon’ shootttt
lil’ thottie wanna cuff me, i’m like, “whoooo?”
not me!
i took a trip, n_gga, overseassss
bad ass hoe, get on her kneessss
w_w_we got the sig, boy, kick yo’ door
she said she gon’ leave me, i’m like, “so?”
and he thought we was cool, you is not my bro
and these .762’s get a n_gga low
and these .762’s make ’em hit the floor
i just hopped on the beat, man, i gotta flow
and she got that sticky_sticky, that wet_wet
i get the funds, n_gga, get them check_checks
i’m in her_ uh, i’m in her belly
ch_ch_choppa gon’ p_ss a n_gga, r. kelly
aye, yeah, where he at? get that drop
fr_freaky bih’, give me top
ru_run it up, runnin’, i gotta get bread
he a special ed’ kid, he got hit in the head
smokin’ that gas, then i hop in the booth
and i’m keepin’ them gadgets, my n_gga, like glue
i’on even text you because you be dry
i’on even trust you, why you just lie?
da_d_mn, d_mn, why’d ya’_
[verse 3]
why did you lie to me, b_tch?
you was talkin’ that tough, don’t you cry to me, b_tch
you gon’ throw a tantrum, get to stompin’ and sh_t
da_d_mn, look at the birds, look at the world
you was my baby, yeah, you was my girl
now when i look at you, i wanna hurl (on god)
now when i look at you, i cannot fake (on god)
knock that boy, is that n_gga awake? (on god)
you are in good hands, n_gga, allstate
she wanna marry me, wan’ be my mate
pop out the blue, state farm, like jake
life is really what n_ggas create
and this glock .45, n_gga, it cremate (on god)

[outro]
haha, ha
(this is a dj phat exclusive)
brbrbrbr, d_mn, d_mn
yeah, aye

- thr33

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