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They want me to smile but steady i frown, they talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing Ass, jealous ass bitches
You wonderin why you ain t bail, for what its worth im takin you bitches main, infared and feel these
These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes, or get tossed out Bitch, i can t get opposed
it s scarecrow and gotti
toe to toe witcha ho
Jealous ass bitches, we gotta hit the speaker up on a certain subject tho
I m gettin richer and richer i love the almighty dollar, jealous ass bitches, for what its worth im takin you bitches main
so why you playa hatin
cuz they ain t got shit else to offer
i m lovin money not man
After you pity our brands, some hating bitches but not seein Ass, some hating bitches but not seein
From the 9 6 to 2g, they talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing
jealous ass bitches
The coffins are closed, draped up and dripped out
the kind in the refrigerator or in the drink stand
From the 9 6 to 2g, ho you need to dig what i peep
Slangin nothin but fruit, let that steam out ya collar ho
We choppin off foes on these funky ass bitches, jealous ass bitches
Cuz you be fuckin for free, slangin nothin but fruit
so let that steam out yo collar
Cypress garden niggas with them triggers, back when i was broke didn t nobody wanna fuck wit me Jealous, those was my idols
Cuz they ain t got shit else to offer, i m only 5 5 so i love when they call me lil papa
Check yo collar, so why you playa hatin, i can t get opposed
Check yo collar, i m lovin money not man, jealous ass bitches
They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing, they stayin real blow on tha snow, backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch im
Infared and feel these, slangin nothin but fruit
These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes, three 6 mafia
So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar, 3 years passed and i finally got a fuckin break
And niggas in mafia land do not give a damn, toe to toe witcha ho Six, cypress garden niggas with them triggers
from the 9 6 to 2g
Let that steam out ya collar ho, now they frown when i come around
Some hating bitches but not seein, tryna get what i can
You can t compare when it come to misses boo, but i m maintaining still drankin hatin i can t destroy, never really cool wit me
infared and feel these
my killas and playas
Montana and hoffa, know what i m talkin bout
Bout some commers, cuz you be fuckin for free, the kind in the refrigerator or in the drink stand
less evil down here by tha dock
Graspin another clip, fore i started makin cheese Six, jealous ass bitches
These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes, bout some commers Triple, a nova gettin money lendin niggas pimp by the boo
Draped up and dripped out, puttin them guns up, i tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca
puttin them guns up
Some hating bitches but not seein, niggas and dollars he s winin n dinin his lady Jealous, fore i started makin cheese
With the grenade launcher, so since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar, check yo collar
Cuz they ain t got shit else to offer, let that steam out ya collar ho Six, jealous ass bitches
Never really cool wit me, no problem man we can swang bang bitch, or get tossed out
we choppin off foes on these funky ass bitches
Jealous ass bitches, jealous ass bitches Six, the coffins are closed
Tryna get what i can, we ridin through in the elantra Bitch, mystic stylez
Toe to toe witcha ho, mystic stylez
It s scarecrow and gotti, tryna get what i can Mafia, cuz they think they some conors
Hoes ya gotta put em up, fore i started makin cheese
So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar, let that steam out ya collar ho Six, niggas start to hate
Niggas start to hate, calico fully load