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Funked out, loced out Funked out, funked out, funked out, loced out Funked out, funked, funked out loced out Funked out, loced out Funked out, funked, funked out, loced, out Funked out, funked, funked out, loced, out Funked out, funked, funked out, loced out Bitch it's been a lil minute Just peep how I kick it My fingers been itching Been thumbed thru a million Momma told me "boy, listen it get tricky" Cops at the door, said I got the cup with me Problems been problems since Bobby and Whitney Pockets been loaded, know this shit get eerie Poetically spеaking on point like Deacon I'm season for twеaking, just gimme a reason Bitches been bitching, don’t move like I’m interested Sorry bitch, I got no love of that simple shit Lipton on ice, I'm outside tryna freak a bitch Moving accordingly slick master penmanship Vibes in this bitch, done fucked up like that melly shit Who I'ma trust casket closed We will never know, alone in the Rolls Don’t want no shots in the dome Letras de cancionesTake me home Seat sat back at the red light Flashes from the headlights Keep a nigga mind racing err night Rumble from motor got da lil bitch mouth achin I been running laps, I think I need me new ankles Only out da night, I think I like a lil danger Time after time I done learned keep your banger Back from the dead, I done spawned out the manger Hit her with the dick and made her tap kurt angle Bodies in the bushes, think I'm doing favors Momma never loved you, send you on your way Slide for the guys, never trip bout no favors Crammed in my backseat, bitches come all flavors This right here for all my losers Don’t you forget you can’t let it consume you Put down the Ruger, boy Looking foolish, holes in your medulla, boy Funked out, loced out Funked out, funked out, funked out, loced out Funked out, funked, funked out loced out Funked out, loced out Funked out, funked, funked out, loced, out From Letras Mania