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R-Red Limits go crazy Red Limits (Red Limits) Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho That was not a typo But that b*t*h was just a typo Shoulda let her go a while ago I know, I know Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho That was not a typo But that b*t*h was just a typo Shoulda let her go a while ago I know, I know Mhm, knew it wasn't love Didn't know what it was Thought you were on drugs You say that I am Don't say sh*t, I shrug Who am I to judge, who am I to judge Who am I gon' love, once you gone This sh*t got me feeling all alone, like numb Shoot one time, I swear that I ain't missing ho If I hit her, then I leave her, I won't miss her tho I gotta let her go, treat her like a seed or sum' I gotta let her grow She swallow all my seeds or sum' I had to let them know I blew up out of them trees or sum' I had to let it blow Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho That was not a typo But that b*t*h was just a typo Shoulda let her go a while ago I know, I know Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho That was not a typo But that b*t*h was just a typo Shoulda let her go a while ago I know, I know I get that outta my system I put my d**k in her sister Just to say that I just did it That is revenge with the vengeance Pull up on him, then I hit it Choppa on me, it's gon' hit it Choppa on me, it's gon' hit it Choppa on me, I'ma get it I get the money And opps they be shootin' my brothers, b*t*hes be sneak dissin' and f**king they friends [?] I don't got time for no fathers, no time for no love N***as, they gettin' no money, they funny, like tough I f**ked your b*t*h, I can't tell you a secret A .40 on me, you don't know that I got it A .40 on me, you don't know that I got it Turn up on me, then I'm shooting, I act like it's nothing Running off of cops, invading my shop I was tryna cook knots I was tryna cook pot, yeah They was talking down on me, so I had to up it, on me - that's a Glock, yeah N***as talking down on me, I keep the iron on me, like I'm Tony Stark, yeah They don't want no smoke at all I buy a pound of weed, it's OG, then I smoke it all I got some straps on me, I roll up and I smoke it off I'm poppin' ecstasy and percies, ain't no adderall She wanna get next to me, she neckin' me, she top me off I don't have to drive her home, that Uber goin' drop her off I ain't talking 'bout no cops, she tried to cop it off, ey She tried to cut me, nah, ayy She tried to cuff me, nah, ayy She had to suck me, nah, ayy I don't give a f**k about sh*t, I prolly shoot up yo' youth group Choppa make you fall, like a f**king loose tooth, uh, ruthless Like my cat do, I'ma bark like my dog do .40 sneeze n***a, no achoo Pull up on him, like past you I go nuts like cashews Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho That was not a typo But that b*t*h was just a typo Shoulda let her go a while ago I know, I know Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho That was not a typo But that b*t*h was just a typo Shoulda let her go a while ago I know, I know Bad b*t*hes, what I like tho Crazy b*t*hes be my type tho That was not a typo But that b*t*h was just a typo Shoulda let her go a while ago I know, I know
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