Sneaky Link
Butter
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Yeah Yeah I heard y'all call for some heat Well let's light this bitch up Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can you keep it on the hush hush That real low Silent and deadly, I shoot low blows Cuffed ain't the angle, I'm mingling I'm the real show, flow like poison Little widow, X on my back My shooter got the strap If you coming behind, niggas get blown back Search party, put them in the box like Joe Flow so sick, I had to let these niggas know Lame ass niggas always trying to get a hug from me Bringing out the love in me Quinn, so it's time to get the glock from above on me Get the glock, from above on me I ain't your girl We meet up on the weekends You tweaking Got my name up in your mouth Please have a seat man I don't even know your last name You trying to ride the wave You trying to Buckle up How about shut the f*ck up Sweat pants, hair tied, chilling with no make up on That's when I can take your nigga Hope that you don't take it wrong The best he ever had Still mad he ain't get to bone Crocs in drive, on the run, I gotta make it home Wont give him any, so he tripping Childish ass niggas I sit pretty, get attention Big billboards with my name on it Dating older men, wolfsbane on him Lost me on my way to the top Real heavy gravity I can't stop, won't stop, get dropped Pop, pop, pop said my little old glock You in shock, a little pretty gem, no flocks Standing by the stage, little groupie You trivial as f*ck Thinking that a rich nigga is gonna put you on the up's Like do that nigga really even give a f*ck Even give a f*ck I ain't your girl We meet up on the weekends You tweaking Got my name up in your mouth Please have a seat man I don't even know your last name You trying to ride the wave You trying to Buckle up How about shut the f*ck up How about shut the f*ck up How about shut the f*ck up How about shut the f*ck up Yeah, yeah Sweat pants, hair tied, chilling with no make up on That's when I can take your nigga Hope that you don't take it wrong The best he ever had Still mad he ain't get to bone Crocs in drive, on the run, I gotta make it home I fell in love with my sneaky link That's all this is Got you feeling like we in sync We Apryl and Omarion Cause he Lil Fizz Copped his best Friend I know I made him hurt Niggas feeling real burnt, it's getting me real turnt Walk it like I talk it Now it's time to let me go All that char on his ego Shit his breath stink like Fritos Eat you up and spit you out Shit you know what I'm about Tip you over, pour you out Man eater, f*ck that I'm a band eater Thousands on my wrist, never trust a bitch Switch it up real quick, only seeing blue strips, bitch
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