Never said I need her
I'll never need her
Shoutout to my people I be speaking real shit you would think that I'm a preacher
If she ain't poppin' that pussy, then bye, Felicia
I ran this bag up on my own, I'm swipin Visa
If she told you that I love you, promise you I ain't never need her
Just sit down and listen, nigga
I ain't no teacher, I'm a preacher mhm
Load up them k's with killers
You lovin' that bitch and I hit her
I ain't no typical liver, definitely not a
Regular spender
Crossfire, bullets had hit that boy
He don't even know he hit it Suppressor took the sound, neighborhood don't
Even know we spent'
Up that fye up on that boy, he better not flinch
All that shit that he been poppin', put that pussy in the wind
Had to walk on down with 20 rounds, nigga better repent
I might lay it down and go to sleep like I ain't see shit
Got a question for you, pussy nigga
You wanna die right now, nigga?
Got a message for you, pussy nigga
You wanna f*ck around and find out, nigga
Hunnid ball, I need it, I can't see I need Vizine
I been sippin' on that drink and I ain't even talk about lean
Give me a shot of that liquor, baby, I'm about to make a dream team
Flood my wrist with diamonds, watch that bitch go bling, bling
I ain't no real shooter, no, I spin that ching, ching
It's a close cash, that chopper must be sing, sing
OB for life
Ima olar boy nigga
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Never said I need her
I'll never need her
Shoutout to my people I be speaking real shit you would think that I'm a preacher
If she ain't poppin' that pussy, then bye, Felicia
I ran this bag up on my own, I'm swipin Visa
If she told you that I love you, promise you I ain't never need her
Just sit down and listen, nigga
I ain't no teacher, I'm a preacher mhm
Load up them k's with killers
You lovin' that bitch and I hit her
I ain't no typical liver, definitely not a
Regular spender
Crossfire, bullets had hit that boy
He don't even know he hit it Suppressor took the sound, neighborhood don't
Even know we spent'
Up that fye up on that boy, he better not flinch
All that shit that he been poppin', put that pussy in the wind
Had to walk on down with 20 rounds, nigga better repent
I might lay it down and go to sleep like I ain't see shit
Got a question for you, pussy nigga
You wanna die right now, nigga?
Got a message for you, pussy nigga
You wanna f*ck around and find out, nigga
Hunnid ball, I need it, I can't see I need Vizine
I been sippin' on that drink and I ain't even talk about lean
Give me a shot of that liquor, baby, I'm about to make a dream team
Flood my wrist with diamonds, watch that bitch go bling, bling
I ain't no real shooter, no, I spin that ching, ching
It's a close cash, that chopper must be sing, sing
OB for life
Ima olar boy nigga
I'll never need her
Shoutout to my people I be speaking real shit you would think that I'm a preacher
If she ain't poppin' that pussy, then bye, Felicia
I ran this bag up on my own, I'm swipin Visa
If she told you that I love you, promise you I ain't never need her
Just sit down and listen, nigga
I ain't no teacher, I'm a preacher mhm
Load up them k's with killers
You lovin' that bitch and I hit her
I ain't no typical liver, definitely not a
Regular spender
Crossfire, bullets had hit that boy
He don't even know he hit it Suppressor took the sound, neighborhood don't
Even know we spent'
Up that fye up on that boy, he better not flinch
All that shit that he been poppin', put that pussy in the wind
Had to walk on down with 20 rounds, nigga better repent
I might lay it down and go to sleep like I ain't see shit
Got a question for you, pussy nigga
You wanna die right now, nigga?
Got a message for you, pussy nigga
You wanna f*ck around and find out, nigga
Hunnid ball, I need it, I can't see I need Vizine
I been sippin' on that drink and I ain't even talk about lean
Give me a shot of that liquor, baby, I'm about to make a dream team
Flood my wrist with diamonds, watch that bitch go bling, bling
I ain't no real shooter, no, I spin that ching, ching
It's a close cash, that chopper must be sing, sing
OB for life
Ima olar boy nigga
Writer: Jaquan Johnson
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