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Terry Crews
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Zac Flewids
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(Pre-Hook - Vic August) Back to back I’m too consistent Left these boys with true religion Me I don’t do euphemisms If I’m with the crew lifted Said f*ck the pen I’m too sadistic And I feel I’m more truthful with this - swag Ringer on jet still my eye on the - bag Going on bets still boy I’m on your - arse f*cked a b*tch she was media trained I musta skipped a - class Who put a purse on you (Hook - Vic August) Who let it work on you Who did it first on you Just pay your dues b*tch Promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b*tch Walk outside this room I might booked it you lose b*tch Nowadays I f*ck off these drugs on masseuses And I do a lot lot lot Terry Crews b*tch And I f*ck a lot lot lot in my crew fit Bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk I don’t do this Boy you know you not this hot (Verse 1 - Vic August) Send it to me on rock f*ck round blew the safe on a b*tch I met once in the VIP I won’t do this again Who the f*ck can I kid I put more on your bestie and leave with a kid Pocket watching b*tches in the club Form a line to where the bottles pop Diamonds in the cup And this b*tch on suicidal talk do you know where you are Tryna knock me off my focus do you think I give a f*ck I’ma f*ck a baby mama I feel savage Thought I was doing something crazy but I had this IG models in here playing who to catfish Let her come up here I take off like Aladdin (Pre-Hook - Vic August) Back to back I’m too consistent Left these boys with true religion Me I don’t do euphemisms If I’m with the crew lifted Said f*ck the pen I’m too sadistic And I feel I’m more truthful with this - swag Ringer on jet still my eye on the - bag Going on bets still boy I’m on your - arse f*cked a b*tch she was media trained I musta skipped a - class Who put a purse on you (Hook - Vic August) Who let it work on you Who did it first on you Just pay your dues b*tch Promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b*tch Walk outside this room I might booked it you lose b*tch Nowadays I f*ck off these drugs on masseuses And I do a lot lot lot Terry Crews b*tch And I f*ck a lot lot lot in my crew fit Bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk I don’t do this Boy you know you not this hot (Verse 2 - Zac Flewids) I ain’t f*ck no white chick since last March My agent come and scoop me in a million dollar car Santa Monica to Calabasas like a dart Sipping on the light when we meet up in the dark Shawty give that head she been tryna get me smart Cloudy with a chance of a broke-ass heart In the soul plane got a cocaine cart Sniff it til we bloody in the bodega Pull up with the model and she rocked up in the sheets Pray to the Madonna when she drop it to her knees The lubrication tingle like we f*ckin through some bees Pull up and nut in her raw, figure it out in the car Get her the pill in the morn, did it a milly before Pull up and nut in her raw, figure it out in the car Get her the pill in the morn, did it a milly before (Hook - Vic August) Who let it work on you Who did it first on you Just pay your dues b*tch Promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b*tch Walk outside this room I might booked it you lose b*tch Nowadays I f*ck off these drugs on masseuses And I do a lot lot lot Terry Crews b*tch And I f*ck a lot lot lot in my crew fit Bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk I don’t do this Boy you know you not this hot
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