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Performed By: MDXA
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: MDXA 0
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MDXA - Fill My Script Lyrics




Big ass bank account, whole lotta' bread I count
Whole lotta' lean i sip, brand new car get flipped
Told em fill my script, f*ck that hoe I'm lit
Tell me who you with, tell me you should quit

K on my lap, and you know that hoe gon' spit
Pour the work up, you know its codeine galore
All black fit, when I walk into the store
All black sticks, like we ready for war

And that yo bitch, shaking ass on the dance floor
And that yo bitch, walking around like a hoe
Black skies off the xans, I can't see clearly
My bad, I'm a sinner, granny, I know that you hear me
I still try my best, I hope that you gon' forgive me
These evil ass hoes wanna go and kill me
Talking bout you, baby, I hope that you miss me
How you built like that, still talking shit about me
Go your own way, stop talking bout me
Pills with the Henny, got my stomach wildin'
Back to the drugs, had to switch the topic
Henny or the Xanny, like what do I pick

Big ass bank account, whole lotta' bread I count
Whole lotta' lean i sip, brand new car get flipped
Told em fill my script, f*ck that hoe I'm lit
Tell me who you with, tell me you should quit
Big ass bank account, whole lotta' bread I count
Whole lotta' lean i sip, brand new car get flipped
Told em fill my script, f*ck that hoe I'm lit
Tell me who you with, tell me you should quit
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English

Big ass bank account, whole lotta' bread I count
Whole lotta' lean i sip, brand new car get flipped
Told em fill my script, f*ck that hoe I'm lit
Tell me who you with, tell me you should quit

K on my lap, and you know that hoe gon' spit
Pour the work up, you know its codeine galore
All black fit, when I walk into the store
All black sticks, like we ready for war

And that yo bitch, shaking ass on the dance floor
And that yo bitch, walking around like a hoe
Black skies off the xans, I can't see clearly
My bad, I'm a sinner, granny, I know that you hear me
I still try my best, I hope that you gon' forgive me
These evil ass hoes wanna go and kill me
Talking bout you, baby, I hope that you miss me
How you built like that, still talking shit about me
Go your own way, stop talking bout me
Pills with the Henny, got my stomach wildin'
Back to the drugs, had to switch the topic
Henny or the Xanny, like what do I pick

Big ass bank account, whole lotta' bread I count
Whole lotta' lean i sip, brand new car get flipped
Told em fill my script, f*ck that hoe I'm lit
Tell me who you with, tell me you should quit
Big ass bank account, whole lotta' bread I count
Whole lotta' lean i sip, brand new car get flipped
Told em fill my script, f*ck that hoe I'm lit
Tell me who you with, tell me you should quit
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Writer: MDXA 0
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