Our Mics Peaked Too Much (feat. Temp, BabyxxDenz & Walkman)
Allanone
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Smash, obey, bitch, do what I say Smash, obey, bitch better do what I say Smash, okay, I might just f*ck on her face Smash, smash, bitch smash Like that, like that, I like that Obey, okay, obey, okay, obey, okay All alone, on my own, you wanna talk, don't hit my phone Got a bad ass bitch and I just might bone I'm a god damn king, I'ma need my throne She give me brain, a doctor. I told her watch me cheat, I'm a proctor I just learned to rap, I'm a prosper You can't contain, lil' bitch, I'm a monster Bad lil' bitch, I'ma smash her. She bouta ride or else I'ma crash her You is a slave, lil' bitch, I'm a master Bitch, uh Harriet Tubman I make her scream okay when we fucking I get the gun, okay, and they runnin'. I ain't gon' lie, I just been making the bands right now, I'm making a hunnid Smash, obey, bitch, give me your face Smash, obey, yeah, okay Smash, obey, bitch, give me your face Smash, obey, okay Smash, smash, put one in yo face yeah In a little trouble, when I hit him, ain't no stopping Ain't nobody get to droppin' coughin with the mace, yeah Put him in the coffin aint a little hard to rhyme To all the pussy ass niggas: ain't no talking, yeah I'm murdering the whole scene Your bitch, she calling, she on me I remember you wanna be me. Now you acting like a fucking fien Cut him off, that's for sure, yeah And my gun finna blow. Okay, niggas don't know the code If you ain't gang, you got to go, ahh Keep on running your mouth, huh Better keep an eye around Cause when I pull up with that burna , I'ma aim at your head and it's gunned ova Smash, obey, bitch, give me your face Smash, obey, yeah, okay Smash, obey, bitch, give me your face Smash, obey Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Jimmy Hendrix with the shit with a model I'm drinking the bottle while hittin' the in the throttle She back in the section, I think it's on four With the bed frame on top and I think she below I don't wanna f*ck you, go. You wanna be fuego, one day Jus let me know You want me now, when seminary seminary back in And I feel like she Latino Hablo no ingles I'm mad Strap, f*ck it with no in the bag Dashing and cashin while blowing the back Running on time and i'm running with fades Motherfucker got it quickie today I'm on outside when they talking my name Louis bag and the Burkin, you talking I think that I'm smirkin' She know it been hurting I'm riding it back when I'm gonna go Smash, smash, obey, obey Like Jason Statham ima spray Rambo no pools, I'm feeling amazing I'ma get hit in like minimum wage They wanna go hit me, let back, it's okay You don't go count on the back of the minutes I've been diminishing and I think that I'm finishing this Smash, obey, obey Smash, smash, smash smash, obey, okay Smash, smash, obey Bitch, give me your face Smash, okay, Okay i'm done haha
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