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(Neilaworld) oh my God, he on X Games mode | All you do is lose, you come in last, I come in first | All she want me to do is make her laugh and take…
(Neilaworld) oh my God, he on X Games mode All you do is lose, you come in last, I come in first All she want me to do is make her laugh and take off her shirt When I fuck my bitch, I don't even make her take off her skirt 'Cause when we fuck and split, yeah, she know I'ma make her cum first If you ain't talking money, lil' boy, I don't wanna converse And before I do anythin', I roll up a blunt and pour some syrup And when I'm not high, it's easy for you to get on my nerves And if the feds catch me, they gon' try and put me under the dirt I got a Glock with a switch and a stick with a shell catcher If I up it, boy, I swear I won't miss, I put that on my gang, yes sir I put that on my gang, yes sir I put that on my gang, for sure And if you want some smoke, if you want some problem Then shit, lil' nigga, let's go Huh, I just fuck my bitch good and rock out my show I'm on the Southside, I got a big .9 and a big K to tote If I wanna get high, got a whole pint and a whole P to smoke Bitch, I got more money and more weed than George Jung got blow And I stay low-key, but I'm still poppin' my shit on the low That Maybach drive itself I don't even gotta touch the wheel, that bitch just go And before I got rich, I been poppin' my shit from head to toe Swaggin' shit from head to toe Fuckin' bitches that you know Huh, let me switch up my flow I been performing coast to coast Ridin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah, this a ghost I celebrate every day, yeah, make a toast I be flexin' every day, yeah, still don't post it She said you low-key, and she love how I stroke it Racks stuffed in my jeans, it's hard for her to stay focused She said she love me, but I already noticed She want double C, I bought that lil' bitch a coach All I see is me 'cause I know all these hoes on go I'm stiff on everybody, I'm not easy to approach And I'm pullin' up 'bout it, I up that stick if I don't know you Wet your whole gang up like water, yeah, this stick a super soaker Hit him in his leg, made him do the Hokey Pokey I hit her from the back, this bitch can't do nothin' but fold up I told this bitch I lied, she believed everything I told her I told that bitch I got six wives, and she ain't give no fucks She just wanna live it up Yeah, she just wanna go shoppin' and go on a lil' date Huh, she just wanna get laid, yeah I just wanna get paid, yeah Designer my shades, yeah Designer my feet Diamonds all white like grits I was down bad on my dick I ain't have nothin', nigga, I ain't have shit Now I'm gettin' money, yeah, yeah, I'm the shit, uh You ain't gettin' nothin', yeah, yeah, you ain't shit, uh You ain't got no money, but you worried 'bout that bitch, huh If you ain't got no bitches, why you all on my dick? I been puttin' in too much time, too much work for this shit And I ain't never in my feelings, I don't never gotta vent All you do is lose, you come in last, I come in first (Yeah) All she want me to do is make her laugh and take off her shirt When I fuck my bitch, I don't even make her take off her skirt 'Cause when we fuck and split, yeah, she know I'ma make her cum first If you ain't talkin' money, lil' boy, I don't wanna converse And before I do anything, I roll up a blunt and pour some syrup And when I'm not high, it's easy for you to get on my nerves And if the feds catch me, they gon' try and put me under the dirt
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