chilling at auntie house with arlo
GucciJay
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I, I, I love you When my girl, I say I, I, I love you But just don't say it baby You don't gotta call, I'll just hit your line Every time you slide through, I just gotta break your spine F*ck all these other hoes, can I really make you mine She like to eat the dick up, she don't like to dine and whine I done hit this nigga bitch on camera, why he really cryin' Get the private jet for the weekend, baby, where we flyin' You say you know the gang, lil' nigga, why your ass lyin' Spend back, get up on the opps, all them niggas dyin Relyin' on a broke bitch, that's some shit you can't do Spend on a black, lil' nigga, what get you All his friends dead, lil' nigga, need a tissue How you in the field, you don't even got your pistol Bullets out the AR, sound like some missiles If the feds lackin' love, baby, just whistle Stop tryna play on the ground, we official If I pass your ass the ball, why you let it dribble Got that lil' stack in your pocket, my shit tripple He was talkin' on the snap, now his ass cripple Then we got some get back, put that nigga in the spittle Two freaky hoes in the bed, I'm just in the middle How many times that we hit it head like a fuckin' riddle Tryna f*ck all the grown hoes, remember bein' little She got that fat ass in them jeans, try to make it jiggle You ain't even cook this shit right, you gotta let it sizzle Got my mind on this money shit, I don't need a bitch Find a striker lookin' for the opps, don't let me crash the whip I don't even want you, lil' hoe, I just wanna hit Don't got a problem with you, nigga, why you in the mix He was talkin' shit up on the gram, now we got him zipped Steppin' out in the mirrors, that's a thousand dollar fit Niggas sick as hell on the snap, we done took his kit I done fucked it round and hit his baby mama in my whip Hit this nigga hard, then I pass it to the bros Made 20 on my mo', got his head off the scuff You can't have better things, why you trippin' by the hoe Heard them niggas out here snackin', better clothes that bagged up Gettin' money every day, nigga, that's a fact, though You said that's your wife, why you fuckin' on the fat hoe You said you got some money on my head, why you capped up Tryna put me like a goofy nigga, get you smacked, hoe For mines, I'll lay one of yours Spendin' racks up on this bitch, now your ass poor Don't try to rob me, keep the Glock up in my drawer Beat this bitch back down, now her ass sore Think your ass a fighter, we done dropped you on the floor Remember them days we was stealin' out the store How many times that we hit a hit, about four Niggas do some shit, tell my brother I want war Now she kissin' on that goofy bitch, she a whore She got 20 bodies, I don't want her anymore You can't be in the party, we just left you at the door Got the bottle in my hand, now I'm finna pour Yeah, told your bitch to shake her hips to this She was talkin' shit up on the gang, then we flipped the whip Why you cuffin' on that goofy bitch, she done ate the dick Man, it's hot as hell, where the f*ck is my AC, bitch
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