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(Sex Money Murder Mafia)
Yo' Bitch Think I'm Faithful I'm Cheating So More
Got a Glock with a Switch know I'm Brackin' A Four
Yeah, I might wack ya' mans give a f*ck 'bout ya' folks
Call My Young Nigga Slime 'Cause he Green He On Go
That Chop Hit His Body That Boy Had A Stroke
He Wanted The Smoke, That Pussy gon' choke
I'm in the Ham fucking hoes from the coast
And I Know I'm The Shit, Think I need A Commode

You can't ride on this wave you can't fit on this boat
I got expensive habits, spend twenty on clothes
I'm all on yo' hoe she be fucking fasho'
And I'm still in the trap, twenty four for a bow
Yo' Bitch Feel my vibe and that pussy get soaked
Off-White on my body I'm clean like some soap
I'm the Greatest yo' bitch finna' call me the G.O.A.T
Baby Jack kill the judge if I go up the road

I was down on my dick with a stick and a pole
I had to get rich it was starting to get old
And We still hitting licks trying to free all the bros
I can't f*ck with a snitch cut ya' throat if you told
Yo' bitch wanna f*ck and I know 'cause she bold
Opp' bitch wanna' diss now the bitch body cold
My uncle was trip cooking dope on the stove
Gang Sex Money Murder We snatching ya' soul

Gang, We Sex Money Murder
My coupe hop like a rabbit your's slow like a turtle
I gotta chop shit hot like a furnace
And I'm fucking yo' bitch 'cause she say she deserve it
I'm off the G6, Oxy, Swerving
And Yo' bitch wanna' so I'm closing the curtain
I'm off the Perky, Alerted
Cut up a nigga with chops now they say I'm a surgeon

I got a chop like a Sargent
Smoking on *shh* in the booth, it smell like I farted
We got the straps like the Army
Hit that bitch in the head now the bitch feel Retarted
So many bows it looked like we farming
I fucked on a white hoe I think her name Carmen
If you want a four way 250 I'm charging
Got a Glock with a beam know I'm hitting my target

Yo' Bitch Think I'm Faithful I'm Cheating So More
Got a Glock with a Switch know I'm Brackin' A Four
Yeah, I might wack ya' mans give a f*ck 'bout ya' folks
Call My Young Nigga Slime 'Cause he Green He On Go
That Chop Hit His Body That Boy Had A Stroke
He Wanted The Smoke, That Pussy gon' choke
I'm in the Ham fucking hoes from the coast
And I Know I'm The Shit, Think I need A Commode

You can't ride on this wave you can't fit on this boat
I got expensive habits, spend twenty on clothes
I'm all on yo' hoe she be fucking fasho'
And I'm still in the trap, twenty four for a bow
Yo' Bitch Feel my vibe and that pussy get soaked
Off-White on my body I'm clean like some soap
I'm the Greatest yo' bitch finna' call me the G.O.A.T
Baby Jack kill the judge if I go up the road

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