Correction Lyrics Abc,S by cupcakKe

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Lyrics

A-B-C-D-E-F-G (Okay)
Ain’t none of these b*tches is f*ckin’ with me (K, K)
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P (Okay)
Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh*t all the way to Z (Hell no)

b*tches mellow and I’m Melo when you know just where I be
Chopper make ‘em shake like jello, now that n*gga gotta beat
Red tape up on the scene, tell that n*gga rest in peace
We been paper chasin’, n*gga, all we do is count the green
Lotta b*tches clappin’ ass when we pull up on the scene
Heard she f*cking for a fee but that ho gon’ f*ck for free
Heard she got a boyfriend but she stay f*ckin’ with me
b*tch, get down up on your knees before you try to talk to me
She keep blowin’ up my phone, steady sayin’ that she really tryna f*ck with me
‘Cause her last n*gga was broke and that pus*yboy couldn’t pay the fee
I can really get a n*gga going, all that sh*t really take is one G
Got these blue faces in my pocket and none of these b*tches comin’ off-beat

A-B-C-D-E-F-G (Okay)
Ain’t none of these b*tches is f*ckin’ with me (K, K)
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P (Okay)
Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh*t all the way to Z (Hell no)

Ayy, A-B-C these nuts, only make-up can make me blush
n*ggas ain’t no sh*t [?]
Walk in, I don’t give a f*ck, heavy stepper on ret’ chucks
I pop a n*gga like diet coke, SevenUp mixed with some crush
But I'ma also spin the block, when I'm out the Glock and I’ma do a n*gga so dirty
But I got a nervous driver, had to ask this n*gga “Why the f*ck your hands ain't sturdy?"
Keep like two things in my bra, fool a n*gga quick like my titties perky
And these n*ggas ain’t really doin’ numbers, they view count matchin’ their jersey
I mean, I stir tea but let me keep it quiet, these b*tch n*ggas might start a riot
Pull up to the crib, now they at the hideout, I should air that b*tch but I’m not a pilot
But I’m ten toes down, no money here now but you know a b*tch crossin’ her fingers
This that big drip, I can sing, sh*t, why you still lookin’ like the sprinklers, ayy

A-B-C-D-E-F-G (Okay)
Ain’t none of these b*tches is f*ckin’ with me (K, K)
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P (Okay)
Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh*t all the way to Z (Hell no)

A-B-C-D-E-F-G
None of these b*tches is f*ckin’ with me
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Man, I ain’t finna sit there, rap this sh*t all the way to Z

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