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Hey I don’t chit chat Flip that, Bought a pound, And I love how it kicks back, Big facts if your gal got a big Back, low dat, big mon on the wing He a bow cat, I don’t chat to niggas I just fall back, Big duty woi For the combat Independent I don’t know about contracts Give me my money up front. No back ends I ain’t with the batty mon talking. Give gal pay wood-like coffin… Get away with a bag of that coughing Outside with dealers and bosses Broke niggas keeps dealing with losses In the apartments, dirty ass carpets Roaches, can’t even deal with the crosses Seen a man get open what is he A fish Yo I hear them Calling calling, My balls dey in her hole Spalding Pompous, Digging my draws for the lama Comma, Lickle mon chill with drama, My blockchain real old like pardna Big gun big gun Run like Donna Run-trip and bun like Easter, Big batty gal Get a forward Jesus Look how she wine up, Fine up, Yard gal, say the pum - pum stay tight up, Wife up, Rambo Anglo-Saxon get slice up And if I see another Rasta mon in J.A With a white man on his bumper No more trips for the summer Taking my talents to Russia I drink a magnum Beat dat I got a hand gun Beat dat I don’t put my hands on women I put my hands on idiots I don’t under You ain’t in jail But you paid for a naked picture I’m using my hands I ain’t got to pay no bitch I was raised a little different and don’t get caught If you doing a crime I said this a million times, I said this before, I’ll say it again You can hear one more time Back my hood again Your girlfriend Whooshing whooshing well I swear that she went to Yale She swears that she would yell I swear that I wouldn’t tell, I swear on my moms my dear Your girlfriend whooshing whooshing well Curl mans toes with her tongue I swear Back to the Chinging You know mans get Chingy I ain’t used my blade in a minute, Gun getting warm I ain’t blaze in minute Done with the song My agent wicked MIMS! Neef - Prod. Souldiesel NEEFMUSIC.COM SUKUSBRAND.COM