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Split Decision Pt 1
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Lil Mosey
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I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want So tell me what you want, what you really really want I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want So tell me what you want, what you really really want I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!) Brand new Glock with a thirty clip, hangin' out that b*t*h n***a I don't really even like to talk my sh*t n***a, but yeah I'm lit n***a Gang scrapin' out the pot, it ain't grits n***a Yellow diamonds on my chain, look like p*ss n***a C.T.M., hitmakin' Oh that's yo b*t*h Lil n***a, now yo b*t*h takin' Break, now yo b*t*h breakin' Everything I say, yeah its facts I don't like fakin' Oh you like that hard sh*t, go and take pavement See the future in my eyes, I am not raven Money fall like leaves, we is not rakin' Brody play with white sh*t he is not slavin' Haha, ion' even think you get that Oh, yo breaf stank? why don't you go grab a tic tac Nick, knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone I give yo b*t*h a bone, while she chillin' at her home She don't even really like you, she be fakin' when she moan And you know that she don't like you, boy you know that sh*t is raw You need to quit it I smoke a n***a like a cigarette, that's how I'm livin' You n***as actin' like some kids, you some children I'm tryna touch a bill n***a, f**k a million Stay down till you come up, yeah, I feel it My brother mosey on the beat, he one of the realest, for real (Brrr) Man I'm here to talk my sh*t man Mosey in this b*t*h man And you know it's gettin' lit man Come on P.I.M.P, b*t*h she wanna f**k me, she can only f**k the team Got a whole hunnid racks, and it's hanging out my jeans I remember when the block was lit, hangin' on the street My n***a shot him in the leg, now he walkin' with a lean Dog walkin' n***as, I ain't got them on a leash And I'ma pop my sh*t, don't pop no grease And all my n***as finna eat, yes I'm talkin' 'bout a feast And I done schooled a bunch of n***as, like what else I gotta teach I got goons out the way, I got goons on a lick I got goons in Seattle, gotta do what I say And my nut looks like braces, the way she got it on her face She started lickin' the tip, say she like how it tastes And it's crazy, n***as still broke, they still on food stamps Burn a hundred dollar bill, and throw it in the trash can I remember f**kin' b*t*hes in the bathroom at the school dance Comin' out the door and she was walkin' like an old man I don't wanna pull up, do no romance I don't wanna hit whatever you sayin' b*t*hes like to get stuck on me, like some toe jam That sh*t, uh, that sh*t, uh, that sh*t, uh, like old man Ass on me shakin' like, uh, ass on me shakin' like b*t*h, don't stop Know I had to pull up on my n***a, yeah I'm wild I just wanna see all my n***as on top, b*t*h
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