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(album: For Christ Sake 2 - 2019)


Staccs
Vroom

Clairvoyance of the future and I can't have premonition
Niggas always talk down but niggas always bitching
Niggas say they real, nigga, but really act like women
30 round wit' extensions; hit it from the back, pull extensions
And I'm still in the desert 'cause a nigga been running a mission
All of these niggas be bitching, all of these niggas they really some bitches
Came wit' a lil drum, baby, that Nick Cannon, that extension
Say, why 34 taxing and making these niggas pay pension?
Putting you on suspension, I want some ice and I want suspension
Niggas be talking, be talking like bitches
Money be tough, and I'm talking 'bout Benjamin
You know I never have time for the dissing
You was so pussy, I had a suspicion
Testing these niggas like, "Where your tuition?"
Taxing these niggas like, "Where your admission?"

Huh, huh, I got big money (Money)
I got big hunneds
I got thick bunnies
Hold on, think my bitch is coming (Mine)
Told her stop assuming (Stop)
You ain't gon' get shit from me (No)
Nothing but bullshit to me (No)
Y'all niggas hate us, funny (Ha ha ha ha)
In the kitchen, whip the dope and you might hurt your stomach (Dope, ugh)
Whipping the dope and it might make you vomit (Ugh)
I'm in the air like a mofucking comet
All of my dope is so white just like Comet (White)
Niggas they hating, my peers they coming
I'm tripping, hold on lil bro, wait up for my gunners
Hold on lil bro, waiting for the chop hit a nigga like Norbit
Hold on lil bitch, hop up on the dick, I'ma hit it, is you done wit'?

Clairvoyance of the future and I can't have premonition
Niggas always talk down but niggas always bitching
Niggas say they real, nigga, but really act like women
30 round wit' extensions; hit it from the back, pull extensions
And I'm still in the desert 'cause a nigga been running a mission
All of these niggas be bitching, all of these niggas they really some bitches
Came wit' a lil drum, baby, that Nick Cannon, that extension
Say, why 34 taxing and making these niggas pay pension?
Putting you on suspension, I want some ice and I want suspension
Niggas be talking, be talking like bitches
Money be tough, and I'm talking 'bout Benjamin
You know I never have time for the dissing
You was so pussy, I had a suspicion
Testing these niggas like, "Where your tuition?"
Taxing these niggas like, "Where your admission?"

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