Cream & Peaches (feat. Biggz)

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I don't love that bitch if anything, we got that toxic love
Caught him at the light, now he ridin' with a hundred doves
None my niggas lackin', we be ridin' with a hundred guns
Talkin' out your neck, bet you sweeter than a honey bun
Couldn't get a penny, now I'm ridin' with that damn chain
Dissin' on me, playin' with that fire, look like Lucain
You can have that ho, no, the bros don't want that loose thang
I ain't gettin' married to no ho that built like T-Pain
How you gon' wife a thot? She was suckin' on your bro
I been in the streets, but I don't show, so you'll never know
I been on some other shit, knockin' niggas off in rows
All I care about is gettin' paper, I'ma feed the bros
Life was never sweet, shit has never been no cream and peaches
Cut a couple bitches off, half them niggas was some leeches
Hop up in the stu', when I rap, it's always like I'm preachin
He in school, caught him by himself, now my bullets teachin
Yeah, yeah, they gon' teach a lesson, young nigga
But you know I ride around with them felons, Where I grew up
If you wasn't buyin', you was sellin', we was born in the trap
Nah we did have cocomelon, I was thuggin' as a jit
Only ten, I took a hit, I was grown when I was six
Man, I had to do that shit, now I'm chasing paper
Now I can't be stressed about no bitch, caught him at the light
Now my gun gonna plead the fifth
Lil', nigga, come pull the trigger
I'm steady fuckin' on your bitch and your sister
Shit I'd probably f*ck your mom, lil' niggas we the mob
Pull up on the block, we gon' let off hundred shots, huh
Like, what the f*ck? Like, what the f*ck
Man, this dirty, lil', slut just hit my blunt
Had my sister fade her up, I ain't talkin' bout no taper
TM be the gang, lil' niggas gettin' paper
Lil' bitch, she tryna link, finna save that shit for later
Bitch, I'm gettin' to this guap', you can call me Danny Fader
Huh, we ain't no grown-ups, so shut the f*ck up
These niggas talkin' shit, man, I dare they tryna run up
TM be the movement, lil' nigga, come and shoot me
I'm just chillin' with his bitch, finna turn her to a groupie
Got a thick emo, bitch, tryna cream up on her peaches
Had to cut some niggas off, cause these niggas be some leashes
They thought that I was done, but I came back with some heat
Jimmy Butler on my waist when I'm ridin' through the streets
I was thuggin' as a jit, so I never knew bout peace
I was runnin' from them dogs till they let me off the leash
I'm a bad child, man, I shot a gun before a three
Hella cold nights, had the oven turnt before I sleep
Man, I'm not the one, told that bitch, don't stress bout me
But these niggas bitches mad, cause this bitch pressed bout me
TM

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