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(álbum: Soundcloud V Files, Vol. 1 - 2018)


Excuse me
Yes, we are here, uhuh

These niggas better get back, bitch [x4]
These niggas better get back [x8]

These niggas better get back
Know where your from and know where your at
I'm flying through the night like a mothafucking bat
The only things I like is hitting bitches from the back
Im rolling backwoods till my lungs pitch black
Catch me in the woods like a fucking lumberjack
If any nigga try me take his head from his hat
I kill a nigga dead, leave him there like a rat
I'm saying fuck the feds cause there's niggas getting tapped
And I don't want the water if the mothafucka tap
And fuck your favorite artist cause the nigga probably wack
I'm a Memphis nigga fuck around and get smacked
Raw paper bitch he down to have a heart attack
Worry about your hearts, send your ass a cardiac
Boy, I'm hard to find like a damn artifact
Catch up nigga you slower than a Pontiac
Pussy

Bitch ass nigga wanna talk
You ain't got that cash, don't call
[x10]

You don't make no mothafucking calls
Fucked her from the window to the wall
Yeah pussy nigga I'm a dog
Fuck her then I pass her to my dawgs

Down south nigga, I'ma put it on the table
Ran through the pussy like I'm drag car racing
Ho you like a third grade test, so basic
Scribbled on your ass now I need a replacement
"Chris getting money", that's a damn understatement
You ain't getting money then your whole life wasted
Hate on me, I'ma have to beat your ass
Leave in a den, while you bloody in the grass
Waterboyz here, how I drink the whole class
You ain't with the squad with your unknown ass
Kissing niggas ass, you a full-blown drag
Staying by yourself, then you get my respect
Lame ass niggas what I call suspect
Nigga you a rookie I'ma fucking prospect
Watch how your talk, I'll cut your damn neck
Then walk off clean then go cut my damn check
Bitch

hecho

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