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[Chorus] Walked in this bitch, man we trying to fuck it up I’m losing my section man we came to bust it up Glock on my hip, so they won’t catch me slipping We ain’t fucking with you niggas, man we trying to get these bitches The dope man had to take some time out the kitchen The dope man had to take some time out the kitchen We ain’t fucking with you niggas we came for the bitches We ain't fucking with you niggas we came for these bitches [Verse 1] Ice sauce dripping fresh up out the pot boy Small talking won’t get you far boy Put my arm in the top and whip it Like a broke stove in the kitchen Hey i came down like a riding slab But i came out like a situation We use to split five at the tennis court Now we going to drop the top up in the leisure Hey i walk in with beef in the lighter man And now we about to get a 100 grand I need a mill plus a hundred more Rest sent straight to the floor Hey she love the way that we be flexing Light skin ass fat in houston Texas Now I’m on a lean like a country seal Now I’m on a lean like i cracked the ceiling Open this bitch baby I’m trying to fuck it out Norkles in my section man yea we trying to bust it up Locked on my hips so they won’t catch me Fucking with you niggers I’m trying to fuck these bitches Dope man had to take some time off kitchen Dope man had to take some time off kitchen We ain’t fucking with you man I’m trying to get these bitches We just fucking with you nigga we just came for these bitches ass I was 400 degrees fresh out the juvi Running through bagging for a 100 I would have killed Store Tyre rear hot block on fire 100 G’s at the top spot set off admire Break dance the whole bag in a heartbeat Posted up in the track while strapped in the car seat Screamiong free my nigga puple game rule Bruno In the kitchen wrist flick Trying to roll me up a huge blow With six game chain wrist game Hurricane cane Hugo sipping all this drain Got me somewhere up in pluto Mix the water with the soda The starter got the others where they got me Yo all day lookin dope like my aunt molly My wrist rollin trips talking four five six It's a ladies night break the ice On the dice right quick like your wife think twice I don't like that shit Spilling activist drips on my all white fits I had the ball white 10’s The clocks in all white 10’s The four door side on my daughter all white benz Cause i got you a job i hope you good with your hands I just tossed you a lot now pay me back when you can Eggs in the pans she’s greasing the pot I burn on low i don't want to burn down your house Just toaster in the juice pancake in the box Girl can you really cook or we ordering out [Chorus] Walked in this bitch and we trying to fuck it up I’m losing my section man I’m trying to bust it up Glocks on my hips so they won’t catch me slipping I ain’t fucking with you man I’m trying to get these bitches The dope man had to take some time off kitchen The dope man had to take some time off kitchen We ain’t fucking with you man I’m trying to get these bitches We just fucking with you nigga we just came for these bitches ass From the whipping [x5]
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