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Take her

Take that lil' bitch to the mall

Told that bitch buy what she want

She just pulled a Randy Moss, one hand grippin on my balls

I'ma kick her out the house

If she trippin' bout some hoes

When we creepin' through your house

Dnd ain't no phones

Need like bout a hundred thousand

Dead niggas in my palms

I think my house might be haunted

Off that drank, I'm a ghost

Drop a bounty, get em gone

Countin' drugs, I'm Al Capone

Bitches knockin' I ain't home

I just dropped some in my juice

Pour that shit in styrofoam

If your lil' hoe call me cute

I'ma catch her home alone

I told lil' bro run this route

I'ma throw it Pat Maholmes

That just up the score

Pull up phantom troupe

We got all black head to toe

This that Fanta juice

Dropped a bag just to pour

I'm not a fan of you

I'ma kick it all alone

I'm not a fan of you

Take your bitch and let her blow

They coming by the two

Double stuff like Oreo

I just text her triple two, said she feel it in her soul

Why my car aint got no roof

Prada Mob stay comin through

Spin it twice, deja vu

Look like ice but it's boof pack

Where my screws, Mad Max

Volume stay on max

Heard them niggas caught his hat

Let her choose, I'm done with that

Babe Ruth, I hang wit bats

I need first ain't doin' last

Fuck the hearse ain't doin that