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hook – baby girl come check it out
da type ta change ya life
no ian living right
i still come slide tru wit da pipe
she was good girl
now pour hi-tech without da ice
lil shorty fine
my b-tch a quarter
urs a dime
one of kind
get happy wen i say she mine
she lose her mind
wen im not around alla time
who can i trust wen sh-t get real
im sick nd tired of lies
im rollin blunts up back to back
dem percz waistin my time

verse- where im from
can’t show no pitty
stop da lean opps tryna get me
f-ck da x i get to litty
off da xanz my body trippy
still tot semiz get up wit me
can’t trust hoes you b-tches tricky
play both sides ain’t really wit me
2 face n-ggas poohput b-tch
how you slide without a stick
you tryna fight
im flee as sh-t
look at my fit
check out my kickz
i rather up dis 4-5th
put a hole thru yo sh-t
call saus man help me lay low
but i can’t
cuz my trap boom’n
like da bombs from isis
ride foreigns without da license
you ain’t kiki b-tch you triflen
got me f-cked up think im wife’n
b-tch you lucky if i piped it
front yo move
like you big bout it
still dat n-gga run yo pocketz
keep a 40 like a liquor store
no i can’t go
im train to blow

hook – baby girl come check it out
da type ta change ya life
no ian living right
i still come slide tru wit da pipe
she was good girl
now pour hi-tech without da ice
lil shorty fine
my b-tch a quarter
urs a dime
one of kind
get happy wen i say she mine
she lose her mind
wen im not around alla time
who can i trust wen sh-t get real
im sick nd tired of lies
im rollin blunts up back to back
dem percz waistin my time

verse 2- good dope eyes red as f-ck lean trip’n wild as f-ck n-ggas be actin tuff shortys be actin up dis money piling up chase bandz i run it up you f-ck wit me you stuck she love me cuz my bucks in traffic smokin sticky you want me come and get me 4 nickel hit ya kidney sip’n act f-ck the remy don’t plot just get up me young boy im in yo city i slide n0body wit me cuz n-ggas out to me fendi hold da 3 fifty mister gone remo died no n-ggas by my side now tell me who gon ride you a b-tch run and tell rather sit wait for bail or just send mama mail good dope eyes red as h-ll thot b-tch look bad as h-ll
don’t wife her she a cheater crack hoes just like a visa do hits in foreign steamers tweakin be off da sh-ts leanin can’t stand fa sh-t money be blowin quick try me prove i’m a b-tch rug rat stay wit a tommy off xanz move like a zombie she booted off da molly dont get t’d out ya body have 4nem up da shotty we get kicked out the party

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