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Yeah, n***a, mob (Gutta Baby) Huh? Huh? Y'all n***as ain't ready for this sh*t, I swear (Huh? Huh?) Watch this, huh? (Ace Bankz on the track) Baby mama ain't sh*t (Nah) She won't let me see my son (b*t*h) But you f**k with 'em, I'ma pop my gun pu**y, ain't no one-on-one (Rah) n***a, we come from the slums (Mob) Thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds Yeah, pu**y boy them drums (Drums) Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?) I ain't never been a actor (Nah) Patrick n***a with that cappin' sh*t We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (Uh) The mayor, but she call me master (Uh) Got her to the spot, gave that b*t*h a Perc' Now she geekin' like a banshee (Shh) She couldn't even understand me (Nah) When I told her drop her panties .448, I gеt 'em gone Boy, this a hunnid million dolla' phone Thеy hit my jack, they say they need the strong Boy, you look broke as hell, you need a loan? My n***a, I'm nice, so you can have a loan Yo' b*t*h told me, "That was nice," and then we boned No time to cuff a n***a, know I'm gone Trap on the defense, boy, I'm in the zone Ain't gotta say it, you know how I'm comin' Big nuts, they hangin' like a monkey Say he got fifty bags down in the dungeon Boy, I hear take some and he say he bummin' Say he gon' shoot, well, b*t*h, what it do? I think he bluffin', n***a, where the proof? Told you we comin' and we want the loot Try me, boy, I'ma leave you with no roof I got that drank, b*t*h, I got that juice No, I ain't Bishop, but I keep the tool Yeah, b*t*h, it's Foo, but try me like a fool I promise you you won't make another move I'm in my groove, yeah, n***a, I'm back Boy, I heard you been cuffin' on that nat That b*t*h, she lick me down until my sack You got a new name, boy, we call you Pat He want the smoke, well, b*t*h, what it is? You know I'll slime a n***a like a eel Know I'll pop a n***a like a pill Know I be drankin' mud straight out the seal Yeah, it's the mayor and I'm with the Mob Yeah, we be trappin', b*t*h, we don't do fraud My killers, they young and layin' in your yard, b*t*h, hah Baby mama ain't sh*t (Nah) She won't let me see my son (b*t*h) But you f**k with 'em, I'ma pop my gun pu**y, ain't no one-on-one (Rah) n***a, we come from the slums (Mob) Thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds Yeah, pu**y boy them drums (Drums) Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?) I ain't never been a actor (Nah) Patrick n***a with that cappin' sh*t We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (Uh) The mayor, but she call me master (Uh) Got her to the spot, gave that b*t*h a Perc' Now she geekin' like a banshee (Shh) She couldn't even understand me (Nah, huh?) When I told her drop her panties I pop a Perc', she know what it is b*t*h, ain't no talkin', I ain't Dr. Phil Pockets, they fat as hell like Uncle Phil Just like a safety, b*t*h, I'm in the field Here come the mayor, b*t*h, this ain't a drill Say that he lookin' for me, he a meal b*t*h, if you shoot you better shoot to kill I'll call the demon, he won't let you live Slim told me, "Foo, my n***a, let him live" Swear I can't let him live, I want them M's Know when I'm comin', boy, I come to kill I f**ked your b*t*h because she like my 'libs I got 'em mad, 'cause I'm in my bag Bag boy, my pockets heavy, gotta sag And I got Glocks that come with extra mags Sauce, it be drippin', yeah, that sh*t be sad He want the smoke, boy, I'll bring a cloud b*t*h, ain't no boxin', but I'm bringin' rounds I'm with the mob, that n***a won't be found I promise you we gon' come and shut it down I hit your b*t*h and I'm on her lips Ask 'em, I get to work and make it flip I got the power, I can get you dipped Roll up that cookie, n***a, chocolate chip You want that pressure, well b*t*h make a move You tryin' Foo? Well, n***a, you the fool I'll have them gutta babies on your roof Your ass gon' disappear, lil' n***a, poof Yeah, b*t*h, I'm back, and I'm here to say Even your b*t*h gon' tell you that I'm great So when you see me, n***a, fix your face Yeah, it's the mayor, b*t*h, I won the race, huh? Baby mama ain't sh*t (Nah) She won't let me see my son (b*t*h) But you f**k with 'em, I'ma pop my gun pu**y, ain't no one-on-one (Rah) n***a, we come from the slums (Mob) Thirty round, fifty round, hundred rounds Yeah, pu**y boy them drums (Drums) Have you prayin' like a nun (Huh?) I ain't never been a actor (Nah) Patrick n***a with that cappin' sh*t We gon' stomp his ass just like a Kappa (Uh) The mayor, but she call me master (Uh) Got her to the spot, gave that b*t*h a Perc' Now she geekin' like a banshee (Shh) She couldn't even understand me (Nah) When I told her drop her panties
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