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Lyrics : Por Favor
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Huh, ayy, huh, ayy
Wouldn't trip on a b*t*h if I was OT
He ain't make it to the ER, left him OV
All this Off-White on, I might OD
I done threw the white lows on, I got coke feet
Forty-thousand on me, finna get a four for four
Spanish clerk and she cold, hit her with the por favor
Had the Glock up in school, you could catch me horsing dorks
.223s got the Holy Ghost, we'll send 'em towards the Lord
The opps, they'll never win, they the Clippers now
I just scammed a dumb white boy, I'm a n***a now?
They got him ga**ed up, huh, boy think he Hitler now
I just want the neck, old b*t*h think I miss her now
I was out in Cali tripping, f**k around, got sunburn
Cut into the lil' b*t*h lik?, "How the f**k that tongue work?"
Befor? I pay for the sh*t, I gotta try a punch first
Granny smacked the sh*t out me, I spent thirteen on one shirt
Ran it up in Tennessee, I think I pulled a groin or something
You ain't sucking d**k or balls? Better [?] or something
I could probably win a split decision, how I score with punches
If you see me, I'm with BabyTron, that ain't Dora cousin
If I see an opp with the chop, I'ma boink his sh*t
If he think he got the plug or something, I'ma yoink his sh*t
At this point, I walk up into Saks and I point at sh*t
Spike walkers with the glitter, on some flamboyant sh*t
I think the opps practice homosexuality
'Cause they be d**k sucking, I don't know why them n***as mad at me
At the set f**king up the cheese, I'm a cavity
B*t*h, I'm up-up, I do not believe in gravity
B*t*h called me white boy, had to f**k her with some rhythm
Why my white-a** granny always f**king up some chicken?
New fridge dispense Wock', got me slumped up in the kitchen
Going eighty in the 'Hawk, damn, my stomach got to flipping
Trackhawks, Track.2s, Balenciaga track shoes
B*t*h little, a** fat, I like 'em with the tattoos
I done made her cat ooze when I made the 'Cat zoom
Unkie out there playing with them bricks like how Shaq do
Tryna be Kung Fu Panda? There's the bamboo
This motherf**ker f**ks up houses, ask his last roof
You better not play your last song, you'd get your a** booed
Been a motherf**king skywalker, you can ask Luke
I can kick his a** with it 'cause the chop got a leg on it
B*t*h, when I whip this motherf**ker out, put yo head on it
Funny how we caught him in his Charger, left him dead on it
Bro really cut with that Glock, he done bled on it
You thinking 'bout that lil' b*t*h, she thinking 'bout me
B*t*h, I'm thinking 'bout the money, that's the thing about me
You could be a Hungry Howie, still wouldn't think about cheese
Why the f**k all summer I was thinking 'bout sleeves?
Mama said get a job, I was thinking 'bout Steve
Kinda wanna get a Porsche, I be thinking 'bout speed
It's a b***on in this f**ker, I ain't thinking 'bout keys
In that rusty-a** Honda, boy thinking that he Dee
Mask on, not 'cause Corona, this b*t*h breath stank
If the flash hit him, he gon' have to get a x-ray
Cool kid stunting on 'em, throw me in the X-Games
Roman Reigns chop, do a move and watch his neck break
Feel like Elvis with the Loubs on, I'm a flashy f**k
Smack for some jacks then I go and pick the package up
He got hit up top with the chop, he should've Daffy Ducked
Sick this two man plan like we ain't actually up
Huh, ayy, huh, ayy
Wouldn't trip on a b*t*h if I was OT
He ain't make it to the ER, left him OV
All this Off-White on, I might OD
I done threw the white lows on, I got coke feet
Forty-thousand on me, finna get a four for four
Spanish clerk and she cold, hit her with the por favor
Had the Glock up in school, you could catch me horsing dorks
.223s got the Holy Ghost, we'll send 'em towards the Lord
The opps, they'll never win, they the Clippers now
I just scammed a dumb white boy, I'm a n***a now?
They got him ga**ed up, huh, boy think he Hitler now
I just want the neck, old b*t*h think I miss her now
I was out in Cali tripping, f**k around, got sunburn
Cut into the lil' b*t*h lik?, "How the f**k that tongue work?"
Befor? I pay for the sh*t, I gotta try a punch first
Granny smacked the sh*t out me, I spent thirteen on one shirt
Ran it up in Tennessee, I think I pulled a groin or something
You ain't sucking d**k or balls? Better [?] or something
I could probably win a split decision, how I score with punches
If you see me, I'm with BabyTron, that ain't Dora cousin
If I see an opp with the chop, I'ma boink his sh*t
If he think he got the plug or something, I'ma yoink his sh*t
At this point, I walk up into Saks and I point at sh*t
Spike walkers with the glitter, on some flamboyant sh*t
I think the opps practice homosexuality
'Cause they be d**k sucking, I don't know why them n***as mad at me
At the set f**king up the cheese, I'm a cavity
B*t*h, I'm up-up, I do not believe in gravity
B*t*h called me white boy, had to f**k her with some rhythm
Why my white-a** granny always f**king up some chicken?
New fridge dispense Wock', got me slumped up in the kitchen
Going eighty in the 'Hawk, damn, my stomach got to flipping
Trackhawks, Track.2s, Balenciaga track shoes
B*t*h little, a** fat, I like 'em with the tattoos
I done made her cat ooze when I made the 'Cat zoom
Unkie out there playing with them bricks like how Shaq do
Tryna be Kung Fu Panda? There's the bamboo
This motherf**ker f**ks up houses, ask his last roof
You better not play your last song, you'd get your a** booed
Been a motherf**king skywalker, you can ask Luke
I can kick his a** with it 'cause the chop got a leg on it
B*t*h, when I whip this motherf**ker out, put yo head on it
Funny how we caught him in his Charger, left him dead on it
Bro really cut with that Glock, he done bled on it
You thinking 'bout that lil' b*t*h, she thinking 'bout me
B*t*h, I'm thinking 'bout the money, that's the thing about me
You could be a Hungry Howie, still wouldn't think about cheese
Why the f**k all summer I was thinking 'bout sleeves?
Mama said get a job, I was thinking 'bout Steve
Kinda wanna get a Porsche, I be thinking 'bout speed
It's a b***on in this f**ker, I ain't thinking 'bout keys
In that rusty-a** Honda, boy thinking that he Dee
Mask on, not 'cause Corona, this b*t*h breath stank
If the flash hit him, he gon' have to get a x-ray
Cool kid stunting on 'em, throw me in the X-Games
Roman Reigns chop, do a move and watch his neck break
Feel like Elvis with the Loubs on, I'm a flashy f**k
Smack for some jacks then I go and pick the package up
He got hit up top with the chop, he should've Daffy Ducked
Sick this two man plan like we ain't actually up
