MS6
Worst Generation
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Aye, turn me up Turn me up What, what Dr. Dre, chronic pain on my grave East PA, Jersey on me like I'm Dr. J Fill the room Flower bloom smoke you out Potent punch, hear the bell KO down no count Still like Drac hit the street like Jack I'm a ripper to ya misses Turn her to a mistress feeling like Jax when I knock a nigga back Rip the pussy like I'm Drax when I eat her like a snack Who lacking bitch I'm a dragon in the back Jack long on a Brenda song deck like Zack where my Cody at Suite life so nice mint condition I'm pristine Pussy on me for the week, breath smell like Listerine So fresh so clean so fresh so clean Andre for the fiends three stack for the P Big whore for the green you do not know where I be Photo genes in my tree picture point to the cheese Grating hoes for the free splinters all over yo cheeks She was riding all over the dick, you know that she for clique Power ranger for the team black ranger make her bleed Bad bitch on my big dick Smoking high we get lifted, another nigga on a mission Whoah, run it back, talking shit I ain't listen Cooking up in the kitchen ya girl mouth I pissed in Do em dirty like a piston Detroit baby motor vixen Motor city way I'm whipping Dissing Silenced Walk-in Riot Talking that smack Run it back Can I, kick it, spit it, dig it golden, ticket Back Pose, pick it bitches, livid Fake it? I live it, live it, live it Back Can I, kick it spit it, dig it golden, ticket Back Pose, pick it, bitches, livid Fake it? I live it, live it, live it Don't pray to god, pray to the bass 808 hit make a nigga heart break Hit on the drop make a nigga heart stop Tried to tell me turn it down before the neighbors call the cops Put that into tune the lost gon feel me like static shock Keep talking, let him walk in, pole on me somebody get shot Fa Yea, yea yea hah Tell that diamond wrecking huh Tell that bitch huh Out my section, frozen cold Slo-mo wrist whip, wait one second Count my gold huh four leaf clove huh Hella blessings Know I'm finna kick shit, boy watch We talkin big clips, no opps Hizzy so wicked, flow boss, huh Boy it's getting hot hot right now Leave em to rot rock white gown Boy getting popped fa like bow Hit that boy Indy Then run up them digits I said you won't get it by fucking with bitches I burn down the label I burn all them bridges I bust up they faces need staple and stitches Staples and stitches for niggas cause niggas don't listen I'm sending disses through bars like it's prison Fat boy mad we call the boy Peter Griffin, bullets gon hit him Hit that boy with precision I'm ambidex with that pistol I'm gripping Clip laced with acid it got that boy tripping Got that boy Got that boy uh Stuck in the lab, plussing the stats I'm heavy hitting niggas like a bag Ok his trigger finger getting mad That's cause he missing figures why you ass We mowing snakes out the grass lil nigga so stay on your path I'm yanking the chord now you getter get Back Can I, kick it, spit it, dig it, golden, ticket Back Pose, pick it, bitches, livid Fake it? I live it live it, live it Back
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Written by: DaJuan Baysmore, Hasani Gabriel, Jaden Ensley, Jonah Sim-Laramee, Khalil Byrd, Kwési Weekes
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