Bitch ass nigga, what the f*ck wrong with you nigga, shut da f*cking doe man, puss ass, this that 47 shit, let these pussy niggas know I'm still standing nigga
Y'all f*cked up, y'all let the wrong young nigga get rich, I got a gap in my teeth but I'd rather spend the bread on putting this ice in my wrist, I might just ice out your bitch, buy her a grill so
I can feel ice on my dick, I'm just a country nigga, I'll buy me some land before I spend some money on Ricks, I'm with the shits, if we got beef we can solve it, bitch I do not be in the mix, I got a cart in my hand cause I'm giving out smoke if I'm talking bout you this a diss, flick up my wrist, Elliantte my baguettes, chain hanging over the vest, niggas is pressed, cause they know the Four Seven Shawnn's, potential is one of the best
Now give it a rest
Nigga it's shocking, how all of this ice in my wrist is looking like static, somebody call Zeus if you ain't Sapphire, I'm cool, I just want me a lil baddie, damn she got a fatty, tell her we f*ckin' pull up, then I'ma drop her to Addy. 10 minutes later I'm dicking her down from the back, got the hoe screaming out daddy
I'm big mad, I cut off the Virgo so I might just f*ck with a Sag, I made a big bag, off part one but it's two now, I ain't gon' sit here and brag, them niggas was lagging, they couldn't hit any shots, I better not see niggas lacking, you know that I'm packing I'm at your steps like I'm FedEx, but I ain't gon' drop off a package, man the shawty got baggage, mentally she wasn't healed, but physically she was a bad bitch, I hit the pussy like twice wouldn't do it again, cause really that shit was just average, I still might do it again, cause she's just a friend, I feel like I'm rapping with Biz, but I never trust her lil ass again, cause she like to keep all our friends in our biz, ayy
47shawnn - I'M STILL HERE (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Bitch ass nigga, what the f*ck wrong with you nigga, shut da f*cking doe man, puss ass, this that 47 shit, let these pussy niggas know I'm still standing nigga
Y'all f*cked up, y'all let the wrong young nigga get rich, I got a gap in my teeth but I'd rather spend the bread on putting this ice in my wrist, I might just ice out your bitch, buy her a grill so
I can feel ice on my dick, I'm just a country nigga, I'll buy me some land before I spend some money on Ricks, I'm with the shits, if we got beef we can solve it, bitch I do not be in the mix, I got a cart in my hand cause I'm giving out smoke if I'm talking bout you this a diss, flick up my wrist, Elliantte my baguettes, chain hanging over the vest, niggas is pressed, cause they know the Four Seven Shawnn's, potential is one of the best
Now give it a rest
Nigga it's shocking, how all of this ice in my wrist is looking like static, somebody call Zeus if you ain't Sapphire, I'm cool, I just want me a lil baddie, damn she got a fatty, tell her we f*ckin' pull up, then I'ma drop her to Addy. 10 minutes later I'm dicking her down from the back, got the hoe screaming out daddy
I'm big mad, I cut off the Virgo so I might just f*ck with a Sag, I made a big bag, off part one but it's two now, I ain't gon' sit here and brag, them niggas was lagging, they couldn't hit any shots, I better not see niggas lacking, you know that I'm packing I'm at your steps like I'm FedEx, but I ain't gon' drop off a package, man the shawty got baggage, mentally she wasn't healed, but physically she was a bad bitch, I hit the pussy like twice wouldn't do it again, cause really that shit was just average, I still might do it again, cause she's just a friend, I feel like I'm rapping with Biz, but I never trust her lil ass again, cause she like to keep all our friends in our biz, ayy
Y'all f*cked up, y'all let the wrong young nigga get rich, I got a gap in my teeth but I'd rather spend the bread on putting this ice in my wrist, I might just ice out your bitch, buy her a grill so
I can feel ice on my dick, I'm just a country nigga, I'll buy me some land before I spend some money on Ricks, I'm with the shits, if we got beef we can solve it, bitch I do not be in the mix, I got a cart in my hand cause I'm giving out smoke if I'm talking bout you this a diss, flick up my wrist, Elliantte my baguettes, chain hanging over the vest, niggas is pressed, cause they know the Four Seven Shawnn's, potential is one of the best
Now give it a rest
Nigga it's shocking, how all of this ice in my wrist is looking like static, somebody call Zeus if you ain't Sapphire, I'm cool, I just want me a lil baddie, damn she got a fatty, tell her we f*ckin' pull up, then I'ma drop her to Addy. 10 minutes later I'm dicking her down from the back, got the hoe screaming out daddy
I'm big mad, I cut off the Virgo so I might just f*ck with a Sag, I made a big bag, off part one but it's two now, I ain't gon' sit here and brag, them niggas was lagging, they couldn't hit any shots, I better not see niggas lacking, you know that I'm packing I'm at your steps like I'm FedEx, but I ain't gon' drop off a package, man the shawty got baggage, mentally she wasn't healed, but physically she was a bad bitch, I hit the pussy like twice wouldn't do it again, cause really that shit was just average, I still might do it again, cause she's just a friend, I feel like I'm rapping with Biz, but I never trust her lil ass again, cause she like to keep all our friends in our biz, ayy
Writer: Deshawn Blanding
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