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Who y'all talking to man? Uh Check it out, check it out This here goes out o all the niggas that be fucking mad bitches In other niggas cribs Thinkin' shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, haha Live niggas respect it, check it I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherfucking hoes for ya Niggas think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat Sweetness, where you parked at? Petiteness but that ass fat She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fuckin' with you The bitch official though, dick harder than a missile, yo Try to hit it if she trippin' disappearing like Arsenio Yo, the bitch push a double-oh With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in them The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush She's stressing me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his ass while he playing against the Utah Jazz My 112, CD blast, I was past She came twice, I came last, roll the grass She giggle, sayin', "I'm smoking on homegrown" Then I heard her moan, "Honey I'm home" Yup, tote chrome for situations like this I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this Now I'm like, "Bitch, you better talk to him" Before this fist put a spark to him Fuck around shit get dark to him Put a part through him Lose a major part to him, arm, leg She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uh Before my eyes could blink, she screams out "Honey bring me up somethin' to drink" He go back downstairs more time to think My brain racin', she's tellin' me to stay patient She don't know I'm cool as a fan Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man But I can and I will though, I'm tryna chill though Even though situation lookin' kinda ill, yo It came to me like a song I wrote Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope" Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Play the cut, nigga coming off some love potion shit Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass screaming, "Don't blast here's the stash A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please!" Nigga pulling mad G's out the floor Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell "Bring some weed I got a story to tell" uh, uh Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gon' believe what the fuck happened to me Remember that bitch I left the club with, man? Yeah Yo, sticky, yo I'm up in this bitch crib This bitch fucking one of them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit I'm up in the spot, so you know (who cuz?) I don't know, I don't know which one? One of them six-five niggas, I don't know Yeah Anyway I'm up in the motherfucking spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy, whatever whatever I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on some Get the fuck out Must have been rained out or something He comes up in the spot Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook Daddy But I forgot I had my Roscoe on me Always, you know how we do So boom the nigga comes up the stairs, he creeping up the steps The bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit Shit gettin' mad nervous, I said fuck that man (I know you was ready to clap him) Man nigga, you know how we do it nigga Ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfucking face Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack Soon as this nigga comes up in the spot Flash the Desert in his face, he drops the glass Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin', word to my mother Motherfucker, this nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet Start giving me mad paper (oh shit) Mad paper Yo, I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch, cuz Word to mother I used to fuck with her cousin but you ain't know that Hahaha You wouldn't know that shit Really though I put all that motherfucking money up in the Prada knapsack And uh, two words, I'm gone No doubt, no doubt Yo nigga, you got some loud? Y'all got some loud? No doubt Yo, you got that dust, baby? The other day was a good day for you, baby
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Hip-Hop
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Calm & Peaceful
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