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(MK, you like a wizard with this shit) Sorry, sweetheart, all my bitches— ooh, here we go Ooh, uh-huh, I just, tuh, yeah, yeah (I like that, Anton) Nigga, you a bitch, don't try to act like you like that Ayy, I'ma— tuh, ayy, huh Sorry, sweetheart, all my bitches tens, nothin' less One hundred percent, yeah, all my bitches come correct Yeah, I'm feelin' like Franklin in this Louis turtleneck Yeah, finna treat your bitch pussy like a punching bag Yeah, soft-ass nigga, why you actin' like it's that? I go check my bank account every time I get upset I got so many bitches, I can't never get no rest Got my fuckin' ears bleedin', all these niggas cap My bitch went through my phone like, "All these bitches trap" Your bitch went through your phone like, "All these bitches fat" He went broke, had to pawn his lil' piece just like chess Yeah, I'm pushin' P hard, they like, "These niggas hacks" You want me on your track, if I breathe, that's a rack He want beef, get him whacked, in a leaf, in a wrap Yeah, I be's in the trap, catchin' Z's on a jet Fell asleep in a 'Vette like it's fleas on my pet Your bitch just like Jeffrey Dahmer, she gon' eat me to death Turn you to De'Aaron Fox, put that beam on your chest Letras de cancionesYeah, AR with a scope spot a geek from afar She just took backshots like a thief at the bar I gotta keep the heat on like I sleep in my car Spent a mil' on the house, niggas think he was Bart Playin' golf, got the Glock on the seat in the cart Need to go and see the Wizard 'cause you need you a heart We don't brush our teeth the same, you see me in the dark Keep a stick like I’m Moses, the sea finna part I got big pointers on me like that thing on a shark I got big blower on me like it's leaves on my car I'm a king, I'm a star, nigga, you a pipsqueak Fresh as hell, boy, I'm switchin' gear like a ten-speed I got too many bitches, boy, let my dick breathe I got two hundred bitches on my line like, "Pick me" Why the fuck nobody told me life was gon' be this free? Sippin' drank, I'm gettin' higher, boy, please don't tempt me What the fuck, baby? You ain't say your throat was this deep Goin' crazy, need a straitjacket in this Bentley She just suck it for an hour, I can tell she miss me I done spent a couple houses on my neck and earrings Tried to show niggas the way, damn, I feel like Siri Test your luck like a clover, flip you like a cheer team Sorry, sweetheart, all my bitches tens, nothin' less One hundred percent, yeah, all my bitches come correct Yeah, I'm feelin' like Franklin in this Louis turtleneck Yeah, finna treat your bitch pussy like a punching bag Yeah, soft-ass nigga, why you actin' like it's that? I go check my bank account every time I get upset I got so many bitches, I can't never get no rest Got my fuckin' ears bleedin', all these niggas cap From Letras Mania