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Performed By: Bartbourne
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Chris Gould




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Yea
That hoe she bad yea she in this bitch, she rocking some crocs
That boy he a rat we had to wipe that boy wit a mop
Them niggas they mad cuz they see me going all the way to the top
On the way to the bag I'm on my way, shawty it was nice to meet ya
My ex on the phone claiming she miss me, but I don't want to see her
These niggas be broke ain't go no motion, nigga they all some tweakers
They ain't hear me at first I had to laugh, nigga I had to get the speakers

Woah
Yea,yea

I walk in that building they don't know what to do
I'm in that seat bitch Im making them moves
I been that nigga I ain't got nothing to prove
If you in my way bitch you gotta move
Racheal a thot, Julius a dumbass he don't know his bitch a eater
They ain't hear me at first I had to grab that shit, had to get a big speaker
Nigga you ain't hard, you got a charge that shit was a misdemeanor
That nigga a corpse they filled his ass up they had to use a f*cking tweezer
Yea , woah
I can't even explain what I seen
I'm up in this bitch, yea I ain't signing to Dean
Yea
Nigga wanna make a song he gotta charge that fee
Yea, woah
I gotta make yea I gotta stay lean

They ain't fall, but the leaves still falling
If you ain't pick up then imma keep calling
Watching my movies bitch, imma keep pausing
I'm in the front nigga imma keep balling
You need a shut up, you making that nonsense
For real nigga, nigga stop talking
I see that shit nigga I know what you done
You ain't hard nigga, you ain't no blood
These niggas they mad they can't do what I could
That nigga a bitch he carry a gun
You do what you can, I do what I could
You is a bot yea you live in the woods
I'm looking fresh bitch, I'm looking good
She is a liar yea she can't even explain
50 dollars yea I'm living McClain
I'm in a jet bitch, I'm in a plane
Dreamer bitch she ain't pokimane
Im in this bitch yea I'm making the name
She got that karma nigga, nigga how it taste
Red pill, blue pill Anthony spade
Worry about that nigga he ain't getting no plays
Nigga a dummy he stay with a AID
Talking that shit nigga we can go to battle
He is a snitch bitch that nigga gon tattle
The f*ck out my shit nigga you can skidattle
The f*ck is a seahawk f*ck Seattle
How you gon learn how to walk but you can't even paddle
You was talking that shit so you got dismantled
They was looking for him but he never found em
He tell on the gang yea that nigga surround em
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Yea
That hoe she bad yea she in this bitch, she rocking some crocs
That boy he a rat we had to wipe that boy wit a mop
Them niggas they mad cuz they see me going all the way to the top
On the way to the bag I'm on my way, shawty it was nice to meet ya
My ex on the phone claiming she miss me, but I don't want to see her
These niggas be broke ain't go no motion, nigga they all some tweakers
They ain't hear me at first I had to laugh, nigga I had to get the speakers

Woah
Yea,yea

I walk in that building they don't know what to do
I'm in that seat bitch Im making them moves
I been that nigga I ain't got nothing to prove
If you in my way bitch you gotta move
Racheal a thot, Julius a dumbass he don't know his bitch a eater
They ain't hear me at first I had to grab that shit, had to get a big speaker
Nigga you ain't hard, you got a charge that shit was a misdemeanor
That nigga a corpse they filled his ass up they had to use a f*cking tweezer
Yea , woah
I can't even explain what I seen
I'm up in this bitch, yea I ain't signing to Dean
Yea
Nigga wanna make a song he gotta charge that fee
Yea, woah
I gotta make yea I gotta stay lean

They ain't fall, but the leaves still falling
If you ain't pick up then imma keep calling
Watching my movies bitch, imma keep pausing
I'm in the front nigga imma keep balling
You need a shut up, you making that nonsense
For real nigga, nigga stop talking
I see that shit nigga I know what you done
You ain't hard nigga, you ain't no blood
These niggas they mad they can't do what I could
That nigga a bitch he carry a gun
You do what you can, I do what I could
You is a bot yea you live in the woods
I'm looking fresh bitch, I'm looking good
She is a liar yea she can't even explain
50 dollars yea I'm living McClain
I'm in a jet bitch, I'm in a plane
Dreamer bitch she ain't pokimane
Im in this bitch yea I'm making the name
She got that karma nigga, nigga how it taste
Red pill, blue pill Anthony spade
Worry about that nigga he ain't getting no plays
Nigga a dummy he stay with a AID
Talking that shit nigga we can go to battle
He is a snitch bitch that nigga gon tattle
The f*ck out my shit nigga you can skidattle
The f*ck is a seahawk f*ck Seattle
How you gon learn how to walk but you can't even paddle
You was talking that shit so you got dismantled
They was looking for him but he never found em
He tell on the gang yea that nigga surround em
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Writer: Chris Gould
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