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Letra : Bad Choice Of Words
(YSR sh*t, Lebeau Street, n***a)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Damn, baby, you cute as hell,?but?you broke as?f**k
Stab down their block with R/T,?n***a, wake 'em up
Stuffin' 8 grams in the 'wood, I rolled a c*cky blunt
We finna slide on the opps, like a hockey puck
I ain't even tryna make love, I just wanna f**k
I'm gettin' tired of fake weed, I just want some Runtz
You ran out of bullets tryna kill, n***a, you out of luck
You ain't go D1, 'cause you dirt as f**k
I blew some loose bands in Miami, I ain't give a f**k
You scared to spend that little a** money, n***a, live it up
If I'm ever in the car, then it's tinted up
Doin' 100 in this b*t*h, 'cause I'm in a rush
If you get caught by the feds, n***a, keep it hush
Ran through 10 bowls in a month, it would've took you months
You wearin' fake Buffs, they gon' be mad when they take your stuff
I be all in that b*t*h mouth, but she hate my guts
I ain't gettin' a lot of views, but I'm papered up
Stuffin' dubs in my pants, gettin' paper cuts
Smokin' Gelato mixed in with Wafer Gruntz
You ain't gettin' high, 'cause you smokin' Bonk
Yeah, I can give you game, but I can't take you in
It was me and Meek, b*t*h, we had to get it in
One sister drivin' and the other seat her twin
And I got that chicken on me and not a little hen
B*t*h, I been had a 10, call me Big Ben
Can't help it, I'm a expensive n***a and I like to spend
Yeah, we some young bosses and we like to win
I can spend a 20-pack and do this sh*t again
And this sh*t ain't no cap, this sh*t all facts
Bent out my timeout, then I bounced back
I gotta wake up, got the turtle on my back
F**k you smokin' on? It's good ZaZa in the pack
Can't stand a silly b*t*h, that don't know how to act
I know some real grimy n***as, they know how to jack
Lil b*t*h ate me in the car, said I was her snack
Then f**k her doggystyle, then I pulled out her tracks
Man, the trap payin' good, I don't wanna rap
You keep fallin' the f**k off, 'cause you can't stack
We in this b*t*h smokin' ZaZa 'woods, man, I hate Blacks
You gotta take his hat off, so he can't cap
You can't even book me for a show, 'cause I need 8 racks
You can give me 5 to 10 bowls, I'll take that
I'm tryna pull up in that Double R, f**k a Maybach
I ain't gon' lie, that-that Double R harder than that Maybach
Man, I seen that b*t*h when I was in Miami, I wanted that b*t*h
Haha
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Damn, baby, you cute as hell,?but?you broke as?f**k
Stab down their block with R/T,?n***a, wake 'em up
Stuffin' 8 grams in the 'wood, I rolled a c*cky blunt
We finna slide on the opps, like a hockey puck
I ain't even tryna make love, I just wanna f**k
I'm gettin' tired of fake weed, I just want some Runtz
You ran out of bullets tryna kill, n***a, you out of luck
You ain't go D1, 'cause you dirt as f**k
I blew some loose bands in Miami, I ain't give a f**k
You scared to spend that little a** money, n***a, live it up
If I'm ever in the car, then it's tinted up
Doin' 100 in this b*t*h, 'cause I'm in a rush
If you get caught by the feds, n***a, keep it hush
Ran through 10 bowls in a month, it would've took you months
You wearin' fake Buffs, they gon' be mad when they take your stuff
I be all in that b*t*h mouth, but she hate my guts
I ain't gettin' a lot of views, but I'm papered up
Stuffin' dubs in my pants, gettin' paper cuts
Smokin' Gelato mixed in with Wafer Gruntz
You ain't gettin' high, 'cause you smokin' Bonk
Yeah, I can give you game, but I can't take you in
It was me and Meek, b*t*h, we had to get it in
One sister drivin' and the other seat her twin
And I got that chicken on me and not a little hen
B*t*h, I been had a 10, call me Big Ben
Can't help it, I'm a expensive n***a and I like to spend
Yeah, we some young bosses and we like to win
I can spend a 20-pack and do this sh*t again
And this sh*t ain't no cap, this sh*t all facts
Bent out my timeout, then I bounced back
I gotta wake up, got the turtle on my back
F**k you smokin' on? It's good ZaZa in the pack
Can't stand a silly b*t*h, that don't know how to act
I know some real grimy n***as, they know how to jack
Lil b*t*h ate me in the car, said I was her snack
Then f**k her doggystyle, then I pulled out her tracks
Man, the trap payin' good, I don't wanna rap
You keep fallin' the f**k off, 'cause you can't stack
We in this b*t*h smokin' ZaZa 'woods, man, I hate Blacks
You gotta take his hat off, so he can't cap
You can't even book me for a show, 'cause I need 8 racks
You can give me 5 to 10 bowls, I'll take that
I'm tryna pull up in that Double R, f**k a Maybach
I ain't gon' lie, that-that Double R harder than that Maybach
Man, I seen that b*t*h when I was in Miami, I wanted that b*t*h
Haha
