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Ankle Monitor Freestyle (feat. Junior) Video (MV)






Yue - Ankle Monitor Freestyle (feat. Junior) Lyrics
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Aye
Aye
Pistol he got in his pocket (His what?)
Syrup he got in his closet (Okay)
Move the pack they finna drop it
No oppa she might hit it when he re-charge it
Cross up on that nigga like Harden
Buy a gram i don't give a bargain
Money slipping
Grab a deposit
Baby want my shit, she be buggin
Got a crazy bitch now she running
Told her pull up
And she said she ain't coming
Killing the shit like it's nothing
She killing my children
I might just go eat out her Funyuns
Bitch I'm the shit on a rocket ship
Honestly
Popping that pussy with cherries on top of it
Light it up and call it a Swisher, huh
F*cking on yo momma yo ur sister, huh
She got mono I ain't gone kiss her, huh
Tripping when you know I ain't miss her
Oh goddamn
This a goddamn hit
Im the goddamn man in this goddamn bitch
Got 10 bands on my goddamn wrist
I done spent it all in one place
Clock don't tick like
Ankle Monitor got that hoe lying, huh
Diamonds on my neck
That bitch shining
Shot a nigga dead, ain't complying, huh
Hoe get out my crib you not buying
Cooking the shit like an oven
Been uppercutting all these mothaf*ckas that be buggin
Pull
Out
Game
Like a muffin
These mothaf*ckas always making some dummy assumptions
Pistol he got in his pocket (His what?)
Syrup he got in his closet (Okayy)
Move the pack they finna drop it
No oppa she might hit it when he re-charge it
Cross up on that nigga like Harden
Buy a gram i don't give a bargain
Money slipping
Grab a deposit
Baby want my shit, she be buggin
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Aye
Aye
Pistol he got in his pocket (His what?)
Syrup he got in his closet (Okay)
Move the pack they finna drop it
No oppa she might hit it when he re-charge it
Cross up on that nigga like Harden
Buy a gram i don't give a bargain
Money slipping
Grab a deposit
Baby want my shit, she be buggin
Got a crazy bitch now she running
Told her pull up
And she said she ain't coming
Killing the shit like it's nothing
She killing my children
I might just go eat out her Funyuns
Bitch I'm the shit on a rocket ship
Honestly
Popping that pussy with cherries on top of it
Light it up and call it a Swisher, huh
F*cking on yo momma yo ur sister, huh
She got mono I ain't gone kiss her, huh
Tripping when you know I ain't miss her
Oh goddamn
This a goddamn hit
Im the goddamn man in this goddamn bitch
Got 10 bands on my goddamn wrist
I done spent it all in one place
Clock don't tick like
Ankle Monitor got that hoe lying, huh
Diamonds on my neck
That bitch shining
Shot a nigga dead, ain't complying, huh
Hoe get out my crib you not buying
Cooking the shit like an oven
Been uppercutting all these mothaf*ckas that be buggin
Pull
Out
Game
Like a muffin
These mothaf*ckas always making some dummy assumptions
Pistol he got in his pocket (His what?)
Syrup he got in his closet (Okayy)
Move the pack they finna drop it
No oppa she might hit it when he re-charge it
Cross up on that nigga like Harden
Buy a gram i don't give a bargain
Money slipping
Grab a deposit
Baby want my shit, she be buggin
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Writer: @xp.junior Instagram, Yusef Shemiranipour
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