| Aye, that my old bitch, I don’t need no more
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| I took her energy, you can keep that hoe
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| I’m on freeze mode though like sub zero
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| I got no heart like Pablo, uh
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| I spray through niggas like rambo
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| Niggas throwing shade then you know a nigga can go
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| Call me Lil Kid Death, you know i got ammo
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| Pop pop skrt, then we pull up in a Lambo
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| I stepped out in the Gucci flip-flops
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| I can’t keep a opp when they even not cops
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| If they talkin' shit then you know we on they block
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| If they talkin' shit then you know we on they block
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| I stepped out in the Gucci flip-flops
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| I can’t keep a opp when they even not cops
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| If they talkin' shit then you know we on they block
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| Bitch, if they talkin' shit then you know we on they block
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| That my old bitch, I don’t need no more
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| That my old bitch, I don’t need no more
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| That my old bitch, I don’t need no more
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| I took her energy you can keep that hoe
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| That my old bitch, I don’t need no more
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| That my old bitch, I don’t need no more
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| That my old bitch, I don’t need no more
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| I took her energy you can keep that hoe, uh
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| Took her energy so I do not need her
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| She spread that pussy real fast like a cheetah
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| Ass fat and she a B-cup
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| Bad bitch, but not a keeper
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| Pop a perc for the matrix
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| Put my mind in a stasis
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| Started counting blue faces
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| Every day for the taking
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| Bitch, I’m the best
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| Speak for the rest
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| I’m in yo hood and I don’t need no vest
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| I’m with that bitch and I suck on her chest
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| I nut in her mouth 'cause I don’t want no mess
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| R.I.P. |
| to the beat 'cause I ate it
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| Through her foul line I ain’t talking flagrant
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| At that time she was glad that I made it
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| When we link she expect how she waited
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| Light that joint now she start to get faded
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| Talkin' shit say she wish that we dated
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| Said «I can’t» then she said «Man, I hate it»
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| Bitch, I piped then you know that I skated |