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You don't wanna work 'cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime and they slatt and gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that bitch to the week and I told her just give me some woods and some racks
.223 but it's gon' PTSD like I walked in this bitch with syringe
M-O-B, I never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, high tech (Bitch)
M-O-B, I never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)
Chrome heart jeans, them bitches stunt on my leg
All of my niggas they slime and they slatt and gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that bitch to the week and I told her just give me some woods and some racks
.223 but it's gon' PTSD like I walked in this bitch with syringe
M-O-B, I never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, high tech (Bitch)
M-O-B, I never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)
Chrome heart jeans, them bitches stunt on my leg
(Fye, fye, fye, fye) Nigga, fill his whole motherfuckin' head with led
Flew the bitch in then I flew the bitch back, yeah, the bitch got to my head
Bitch, leave me alone, I need me some space
Cartier buss on my face (Yeah), pay for her nails and her lace (Yeah)
He tried to reach for my chain and he ended up shot in the face
Four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah-yeah
Princess cut diamonds, my teeth, yeah-yeah
I'm in the trap and I'm whipping the dough up
I pour a four in my motherfuckin' soda
You don't wanna work 'cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime and they slatt and gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
Flew the bitch in then I flew the bitch back, yeah, the bitch got to my head
Bitch, leave me alone, I need me some space
Cartier buss on my face (Yeah), pay for her nails and her lace (Yeah)
He tried to reach for my chain and he ended up shot in the face
Four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah-yeah
Princess cut diamonds, my teeth, yeah-yeah
I'm in the trap and I'm whipping the dough up
I pour a four in my motherfuckin' soda
You don't wanna work 'cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my niggas they slime and they slatt and gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that bitch to the week and I told her just give me some woods and some racks
.223 but it's gon' PTSD like I walked in this bitch with syringe
M-O-B, I never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, high tech (Bitch)
M-O-B, I never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)
Eee
.223 but it's gon' PTSD like I walked in this bitch with syringe
M-O-B, I never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, high tech (Bitch)
M-O-B, I never gave a fuck about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)
Eee
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