F*ck Shit
F*ck
I'll leave him where he at
Leave his body laying flat
Yea you know I got this money yea my pockets filled with racks
So you know I shop at Sacks all my fits come in black
You can't talk about no money cause my money start at max
Man you bitches moving weird
She got me f*cken her to tears
Niggas hating me and gang ion care niggas queers
Me and her not together ion care how it appear Young nigga up shit and I been doing it for years
Come on the song i'm dropping bombs I got some new missiles
They know my chain is VVS he got the dupe crystals
Pop him in his shit he on the ground I turned him to a crippled
Right back talking to my dog like I was Dolittle
You ain't gettin no money I can see it in yo face
I can tell by how he smile he ain't gettin pape
You niggas always in the back it's not a f*ckin race
You couldn't challenge me because I'm out of state
She hit his blunt she not high I took her outer space
Nigga said he f*cked my bitch but he ain't getting laid
Opps wanna fight I sneak behind I get em molly whopped
Took his bitch she on my dick like it's a lollipop
D-L-A-V motion ain't gone never stop
9ine got some kratom he gone pour it in my muddy pop
Nigga's wanna beef he f*cked around and got his buddy popped
Imma hold a grudge don't come around cause it ain't never squashed
Come around make niggas pray that always make it home
Beat em then talking don't give a f*ck I'm in my zone
And I'm f*cken on this tuck got shawty hitting up my phone
Bitch don't hit this 313 if you ain't finna watch your tone
This bitch is a hottie she all on my body
I don't wanna f*ck hoe I just want the toppy
Pockets real fat and they filled with them knotties
Got this bitch tamed what I talk she say copy
She gone do whatever I say she copy every move
I move around like I'm a elite i'm not like every dude
Why would I fight wit you niggas ion got shit to prove
He flashing glocks all on the gram he ain't got shit to lose
Bitch I made it out the hood you stuck up in the trenches
She tryna get me out some pape you cannot get my riches
He said he ballin with the team he must be talking Pistons
Because they f*ckn ass
You nigga's broke down on yo dick ain't got no f*ckn bag
F*ck her and them damn kids they get no f*ckn pass
Why you run the damn race bitch you in f*ckn last
Instead of asking me for pape go sell some f*ckn ass
Cannon - Outer Space (feat. DON4) Lyrics
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F*ck Shit
F*ck
I'll leave him where he at
Leave his body laying flat
Yea you know I got this money yea my pockets filled with racks
So you know I shop at Sacks all my fits come in black
You can't talk about no money cause my money start at max
Man you bitches moving weird
She got me f*cken her to tears
Niggas hating me and gang ion care niggas queers
Me and her not together ion care how it appear Young nigga up shit and I been doing it for years
Come on the song i'm dropping bombs I got some new missiles
They know my chain is VVS he got the dupe crystals
Pop him in his shit he on the ground I turned him to a crippled
Right back talking to my dog like I was Dolittle
You ain't gettin no money I can see it in yo face
I can tell by how he smile he ain't gettin pape
You niggas always in the back it's not a f*ckin race
You couldn't challenge me because I'm out of state
She hit his blunt she not high I took her outer space
Nigga said he f*cked my bitch but he ain't getting laid
Opps wanna fight I sneak behind I get em molly whopped
Took his bitch she on my dick like it's a lollipop
D-L-A-V motion ain't gone never stop
9ine got some kratom he gone pour it in my muddy pop
Nigga's wanna beef he f*cked around and got his buddy popped
Imma hold a grudge don't come around cause it ain't never squashed
Come around make niggas pray that always make it home
Beat em then talking don't give a f*ck I'm in my zone
And I'm f*cken on this tuck got shawty hitting up my phone
Bitch don't hit this 313 if you ain't finna watch your tone
This bitch is a hottie she all on my body
I don't wanna f*ck hoe I just want the toppy
Pockets real fat and they filled with them knotties
Got this bitch tamed what I talk she say copy
She gone do whatever I say she copy every move
I move around like I'm a elite i'm not like every dude
Why would I fight wit you niggas ion got shit to prove
He flashing glocks all on the gram he ain't got shit to lose
Bitch I made it out the hood you stuck up in the trenches
She tryna get me out some pape you cannot get my riches
He said he ballin with the team he must be talking Pistons
Because they f*ckn ass
You nigga's broke down on yo dick ain't got no f*ckn bag
F*ck her and them damn kids they get no f*ckn pass
Why you run the damn race bitch you in f*ckn last
Instead of asking me for pape go sell some f*ckn ass
F*ck
I'll leave him where he at
Leave his body laying flat
Yea you know I got this money yea my pockets filled with racks
So you know I shop at Sacks all my fits come in black
You can't talk about no money cause my money start at max
Man you bitches moving weird
She got me f*cken her to tears
Niggas hating me and gang ion care niggas queers
Me and her not together ion care how it appear Young nigga up shit and I been doing it for years
Come on the song i'm dropping bombs I got some new missiles
They know my chain is VVS he got the dupe crystals
Pop him in his shit he on the ground I turned him to a crippled
Right back talking to my dog like I was Dolittle
You ain't gettin no money I can see it in yo face
I can tell by how he smile he ain't gettin pape
You niggas always in the back it's not a f*ckin race
You couldn't challenge me because I'm out of state
She hit his blunt she not high I took her outer space
Nigga said he f*cked my bitch but he ain't getting laid
Opps wanna fight I sneak behind I get em molly whopped
Took his bitch she on my dick like it's a lollipop
D-L-A-V motion ain't gone never stop
9ine got some kratom he gone pour it in my muddy pop
Nigga's wanna beef he f*cked around and got his buddy popped
Imma hold a grudge don't come around cause it ain't never squashed
Come around make niggas pray that always make it home
Beat em then talking don't give a f*ck I'm in my zone
And I'm f*cken on this tuck got shawty hitting up my phone
Bitch don't hit this 313 if you ain't finna watch your tone
This bitch is a hottie she all on my body
I don't wanna f*ck hoe I just want the toppy
Pockets real fat and they filled with them knotties
Got this bitch tamed what I talk she say copy
She gone do whatever I say she copy every move
I move around like I'm a elite i'm not like every dude
Why would I fight wit you niggas ion got shit to prove
He flashing glocks all on the gram he ain't got shit to lose
Bitch I made it out the hood you stuck up in the trenches
She tryna get me out some pape you cannot get my riches
He said he ballin with the team he must be talking Pistons
Because they f*ckn ass
You nigga's broke down on yo dick ain't got no f*ckn bag
F*ck her and them damn kids they get no f*ckn pass
Why you run the damn race bitch you in f*ckn last
Instead of asking me for pape go sell some f*ckn ass
Writer: Kyeid Cannon, Lewis Mitchell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid