She pass hoes, fuck it we gas hoes, Heard you claim you [?] smack me, Let's see how that goes. Why you're tryin to lie 'bout it, My street ass knows No I never like to brag but pass me my gold I got some twills on, coca the wrong wanna tell on Fuck a label, put my cell phone, Bitch got it paper through my cell phone, For real.
This is why the mother hoes is under me, Bring a fucking army, if you come from me, [?] fuck out if you wondering no feelings for you [?] What the fuck you even done for me.
[Hook:] Uh, 40 hoes they al bomb, Hungry bitch get your jump on, Disrespect me and get stumped on Bitch you heard about that wonton. That wonton, that wonton, I heard them bitches of that wonton That wonton, that wonton, Hold that at me for that wonton.
I heard it's coka, getting stuck and you know Honey whatever you like, I got it all for the low, You respect me, I respect you bitch the drama is oh If you push me in these over streets I drop in front of your door, Like knock knock, side snitching Give a fuck bout what the cops got It ain't a game bring your ass to my top shop, Like fuck the fame and fuck a top spot, bitch. Devil all in my ear, Hand all of my none, I've been fresh 20 years, I should've seen the signs, [?] how they doubt of me, Now the fuck is trying to [?] is no hate but I fuck with you, At least I'll say look out for me,.
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