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And you better watch yo mouth or you get- yeah, nigga And you better watch yo mouth or you get slapped in it And nigga when you hear that "Hmm hmmm," it's a cat engine Yeah, I was losing for a minute, now I'm back winnin Told bae when she ride the dick put yo back in it Yeah, she cut me off for a minute, now I'm back in it I ain't knucklin' up with nobody, I got strap nigga Oh we missed? That's a bet, double back nigga Hell yeah, I can rap, but ain't no rap nigga Pussy nigga diss SOB, that's a wrap nigga I know some baby cut-throats, love to lash niggas We ain't with the shit? Yeah okay, ask the last niggas Eugh, what you got, Krusty Krabs? Why yo cat itchin? Nigga, when it come to that bag, I don't cap nigga You gotta sit back, wait yo turn, yeah chillax nigga Keep strap, keep pop, bet' not lack nigga Boy spent the bag on his jeans, but no cash in it I ain't finna argue with no opp, where you at nigga? Yeah boy you got that shit on, but no swag wid it Oh, that's your quarterback? We'll sack niggas Have you ever copped a foreign and did the dash in it? Oh, you ain't never copped a foreign, that's a sad nigga Yeah, I got her fiending for the dick, that bitch passionate In that 2 seater, skrt skrt, riding past niggas At an all-white event, but I'm black nigga You on paperwork, you the boys, you the task nigga Letras de cancionesI'll leave this bitch right now, I don't attach nigga Sike, I'll never leave my bitch, I'm attached nigga If boy come here from out of town, then we tax niggas Let me switch the flow up Too high off this perc, think I could pick the floor up But if I pop another one, I think I just might throw up Bro what you doing with the xans? What the fuck he throw up Baby got a fat cat, call that baby doja You ain't from where I'm from, so lil nigga, don't judge Point this Glock to yo mouth, bitch since you so tough Bitch I came in double G's, my bitch came in CC's She hit the blunt one time, got her looking ling ling Kick down a nigga door, we don't do the ding-ding Soon as we get to the crib, baby lick my wee wee Throw my son in the air, that boy be like "wee wee!" He could barely even talk, that boy be like [?] I got some niggas in the west nigga, and the deep east [?] She told her friend the dick was good, now she wanna meet me Bring that ass up over here, and let's do somethin freaky She gon ride for the boy, she just wanna freak me And I can't pop one perc, bitch I need at least three Onna gang From Letras Mania