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Hi Dopa! Mommworld I miss you, Angel DOA Aye, mami's got an attitude Put your money where your mouth is Show you what them racks do If you talkin' on his neck, man, pu**y I'ma slap you Thinkin' 'bout leaving money, yeah, something like a tattoo Aye, mami's got an attitude Put your money where your mouth is Show you what them racks do If you talkin' on his neck, man, pu**y I'ma slap you Thinkin' 'bout leaving money, yeah, something like a tattoo Aye, that boy is a weirdo, he ain't making no moves b*t*h, I'm posted up with oaf1, we make sure he don't move DOA, he poppin', all that sh*t [?] Throwin' hands with this pu**y, guarantee I'm gon' follow you Sippin' Henny out the bottle, b*t*h, I'm walking dead Yeah, it's too loud inside the function, can't hear what you said Take the f**k out the M4, gonna take that boy, aiming for heads I can tell by how you move, boy, you're still hanging by a thread Uh Hanging by a thread, off this potion, but I'm still not dead Don't know what you meant, got more money, I'm still counting it Got a band flipping sugar pills (No refunds) Push some daffodils, might run up that hill (And what?) And make a deal (Ahh), running in circles for fun Don't need anymore, I'm on my own now I'm a ghost now, you don't know how Sitting on my throne, nowhere else to go (Calm down) You know that's how I like it I can't deal with you You're so sad, you kept on bettering yourself I told you, just go to Hell Aye, mami's got an attitude Put your money where your mouth is Show you what them racks do If you talkin' on his neck, man, pu**y I'ma slap you Thinkin' 'bout leaving money, yeah, something like a tattoo Lookin' at the stars, at the roof Lookin' at my scars in my room b*t*h, I'm Wido, I'm with f**kin' DOA I'm with Kurtains, run away f**kin' stuttering away Way, way, yeah, my boys down like, oh f**k How could I think you were my right hand? Like Kurtains with artillery, smokin' on that lemon sweet You know there's no remedy, [?] Push a screwdriver through my knees I hope, you don't feel the peace Screwdriver through your knees Please, I can't stop, no please Pull up with the sticks, yeah I don't wanna fist fight, I keep my glizz, yeah f**king with that b*t*h, yeah I be f**king with that b*t*h, see the picture, yeah Suckin' on my d**k, b*t*h, you don't want no drama Talkin' all this sh*t while I'm busy countin' commas Messing with the clique, then you crying to your momma Smokin' on that big pack, feeling a lot of trauma مرحبا الكلب أنا كلب كبير Mami's got an attitude Put your money where your mouth is Show you what them racks do If you talkin' on his neck, man, pu**y I'ma slap you Thinkin' 'bout leaving money, yeah, something like a tattoo You focused on me, better get a bag Til' I drag your ass to the back, and you won't come back Silver is the team, living dreams, countin' hella creams Steam running the steams, smokin' green, talking through a screen I don't wanna talk, so don't hit me on my cellphone Ask me for a feature, I'ma tell your ass, "hell no" Pop out of the cut, with a cutter, saying "hello" Talk down on the set, then I turn you into Jello Ayo, wassup? (Yo) b*t*h, I'm Kurtains, I'm with DOA Wido, Quinn, Black and Glaive f**k with us, you catching sprays (f**k, bow) You better hope your money bulletproof Or you could just run away VC kickin' sh*t with Tay (Bruh) Walk in that b*t*h, I'm tearing up the party (Yup) Extendo hangin' like at a third party, tell your b*t*h Skrt off in an Audi, twin Glocks, name was Clyde and Bonnie We pullin' off their skin, chopping at their body Yeah, she got an attitude, she like to dirty dance Heard you wanna fight, you're a lil' b*t*h Like bro, you're not my mans f**k off with that pu**y sh*t, lil' bro, I might just dirty blast Smokin' on that pack, pack, pack, I'm the Petrolman Why you always talkin' on the boys? You won't go toe for toe leave you frozen, you should let it go If you keep talkin' on the the boys, then we might let you know Glock up on my stomach, make you dance Might make 'em Dosey Doe They like Chach where you been at? I've been absent lately Well I think I lost my mind, but that's just maybe And a Devil and an Angel on my shoulder, really hate me I'ma sin and you can't save me And I drink more liquor inside my Mercedes Foot up on the gas pedal, I'm pushing 180 I don't really care at all, I don't know why you're hating I just gotta move along, it's f**k y'all when I'm famous I'm with Wido, back to back, he got my back, that's an Alley-Oop Say you're getting guap, haha, had to laugh at you This sh*t ain't for everybody, boy, you should've stayed in school Knowing I'm a pretty b*t*h, and I got some attitude
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