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Dumbass hoe

Thought you was gon' catch me in my feelins n shit

Hell nah you gettin shot too bitch

You ain't shit to me shiiit

Lookin' from the outside

You can't see my struggle

So quick to judge, supposed to be my brother

Fuckin' ya main bitch

And it's undercover

She don't love me

Just fuck

But don't wanna see me with another

Bitch you tweakin'

I a really fuck ya mother

I ain't usin' rubbers

Fuck you n ya brother

He ain't come from under

So he don't know the pain

Got the lil drac so he don't needa aim

Oh he funny, bitch, this ain't a game

Really busy ya top

This ya main n she givin' brain

Seen a cop

Got it on me so it ain't no stop

30 Clip headshots

Like call of duty red dots

Yo bitch want some back shots

New pic gotta crop me out

Can't crop me outcha mouth

Say she from the south

Fuck n kick 'er out

Got the plug ain't seen a drought

Yo bitch on me n she doin dick

Glock the stick

McDonald's

Cuz she lovin it

Haha

She ain't offer shit

But some used pussy

Oh she got the drip

Can't pay 'er bills for shit

Bitches counterfeit

When 'er man around she be throwin fits

Ain't a killer

Unless you push me bitch

Oh he shootin shit

Why he ain't never spin?

Prolly miss again

That's why his homie dead

Rest In Piss to him

Shoot above the rim

40 Put ya in a coffin

Don't play w/ them

Souls snatchin

I can't sleep at night

His bitch ain't a wife

She be really takin pipe

2 Or 3 days

4 Or 5 nights

Can't text me baby gotta hit me on Skype

My bitch don't play

She a take both our lives

Hittin the henny

Shit hittin right

Mad the way I took his Nikes

Hit em with his knife

Always checks over stripes

Unicorn cuz I'm rare hoe

Always talkin

But now I'm at ya do'

Bitch where the money doe

Grabbed the shit n shot ya bro

He ain't have his shit with em

Thought he was busy for this

But I ain't never miss

Thought you loved her bro

Slowly dyin' blood leakin

He don't know what to do

Thought he was bulletproof

Don't play with dude

Cuz I really shoot fuck they hoop

Bro said he wanna hit

Threw the alley oop

Said she got a friend

Prolly hit her too

Said it's up with me

So bitch it's to the ceilin'

I ain't ya man hoe

So please get up out yo feelins

Out here on my own

I can't do commitments

You don't love me doe

So I keep my distance

Don't fuck with me

That's cool fuck ya too

Bullets left em open all night

That's a drive thru

When he makin' his move

Thought he was slidin' too

Can't lie, I miss ya boo

Set em up, tell 'em come thru

She love them blue faces

Natural curves in all the right places

Bitch get out

Here come yo replacement

This bitch thought she was a wife n shit bro

C'mon shordy