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pro tools Video (MV)




Performed By: Fouroxys
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: oxy luikaine




Fouroxys - pro tools Lyrics
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Gotta get to the bag, yeah I'm close too
And I'm clutching on my stick yeah Pro Tools
Don't think I would hit yo hoe? Boy I'll show you
Never say never, boy I'm feeling real clever
When I'm clutching on baretta, put a nigga on a stretcher
It ain't nothing better than when a bitch acting extra
When you told her she ain't pressure, bitch you out here acting special
Bitch you know that you not that
Ceramic tint on my whip and it's all black
Got a bitch for my bitch what you call that?
Ion need a bitch I got a hoe for my fallback
Love a hood bitch, I'm drowning in the hood cat
Outwest or Overeast can I scratch that?
Up north where Imma go get attached at
And I'm going out south where the real hoodrats at
I love me some lil shit from Chicago
Need a darkskin and I need a Latto
I'm a civilian but I play with fully autos
I heard a nigga tried to play he ducking taco
Heard his bitch was on my dick let me f*ck those
You a bitch, get no points, robbing custos
I'm popping pill after pill like I'm Gus bro
All his mama heard was"Ahh" through that gunsmoke
Bitch ain't got no brain and it ain't cool
Come to money school nigga this ain't a fake school
Niggas ain't slide they hit the circle chain move
Know you looking at my shirt but I ain't rhude
I'll dap you up and then smack yo bitch down
If you ain't my brudda get the f*ck from round
Caught him at half court now he out of bounds
She had that baby, got thick, to her to poundtown
Me and brudda too fresh not on purpose
Don't bring yo hoe around me if she get nervous
I'm impatient on yo block I been lurking
And I be lying to these hoes, I tell these bitches I'm a virgin
And you lying if you said you was ever by my side
Bitch I know you f*cking lying I can count five times on my hand
Who was right there with me
And you wasn't right there with me
Gotta fix how I'm feeling
Get up in my bag it ain't no money in my feelings
And it ain't no point in healing
Can't let a bitch up in my heart I gotta seal it
I can shoot from the field, I'm efficient
Call me up, Lil four complete the mission
If you ain't gon get it Imma get it
One thing I love to do is collect fitteds
Bitch had one chance and she missed it
And I'm on this hoe lips more than lipstick
You Mr.Save a Hoe I'm Mr. Fix it
If she wanna send a message send a pigeon
Yeah, you don't get a buy back
Call me Mr. Lil4, Mr. Right back
I already hit it like"why the f*ck they hype that?"
You the type to wife that while I already piped that
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Gotta get to the bag, yeah I'm close too
And I'm clutching on my stick yeah Pro Tools
Don't think I would hit yo hoe? Boy I'll show you
Never say never, boy I'm feeling real clever
When I'm clutching on baretta, put a nigga on a stretcher
It ain't nothing better than when a bitch acting extra
When you told her she ain't pressure, bitch you out here acting special
Bitch you know that you not that
Ceramic tint on my whip and it's all black
Got a bitch for my bitch what you call that?
Ion need a bitch I got a hoe for my fallback
Love a hood bitch, I'm drowning in the hood cat
Outwest or Overeast can I scratch that?
Up north where Imma go get attached at
And I'm going out south where the real hoodrats at
I love me some lil shit from Chicago
Need a darkskin and I need a Latto
I'm a civilian but I play with fully autos
I heard a nigga tried to play he ducking taco
Heard his bitch was on my dick let me f*ck those
You a bitch, get no points, robbing custos
I'm popping pill after pill like I'm Gus bro
All his mama heard was"Ahh" through that gunsmoke
Bitch ain't got no brain and it ain't cool
Come to money school nigga this ain't a fake school
Niggas ain't slide they hit the circle chain move
Know you looking at my shirt but I ain't rhude
I'll dap you up and then smack yo bitch down
If you ain't my brudda get the f*ck from round
Caught him at half court now he out of bounds
She had that baby, got thick, to her to poundtown
Me and brudda too fresh not on purpose
Don't bring yo hoe around me if she get nervous
I'm impatient on yo block I been lurking
And I be lying to these hoes, I tell these bitches I'm a virgin
And you lying if you said you was ever by my side
Bitch I know you f*cking lying I can count five times on my hand
Who was right there with me
And you wasn't right there with me
Gotta fix how I'm feeling
Get up in my bag it ain't no money in my feelings
And it ain't no point in healing
Can't let a bitch up in my heart I gotta seal it
I can shoot from the field, I'm efficient
Call me up, Lil four complete the mission
If you ain't gon get it Imma get it
One thing I love to do is collect fitteds
Bitch had one chance and she missed it
And I'm on this hoe lips more than lipstick
You Mr.Save a Hoe I'm Mr. Fix it
If she wanna send a message send a pigeon
Yeah, you don't get a buy back
Call me Mr. Lil4, Mr. Right back
I already hit it like"why the f*ck they hype that?"
You the type to wife that while I already piped that
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Writer: oxy luikaine
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