The type
RICH ACE NC
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Ayy, had to cut that hoe cause she won't acting right Look, I just need a hunnid in my pockets, need a hunnid more Ayy, Shawty, she so bad, she drop it, pop it, put it on the floor Look, I got niggas out there tryna spend it, tryna wipe your nose I been tryna get right with my yaa , but she not fucking with me I f*ck around and hit you in your leg, you ain't running with me Now I'm starting to see why these niggas mad No, they not fucking with me Boy, get out your feelings, go get a bag I know they talking about me Tryna hop out, ride out with my mask I'm tryna hop out on it Ayy, have my brother ride down on your ass He put that switch up on you, that hot shit Ayy, treat you like a puck and hit your dumb ass with his hocky stick Shawty tryna f*ck, but I ain't tryna, I got expensive dick Get up in your pockets, take your shit, and leave you sickie sick They be asking questions, I don't know, I know I'm innocent Niggas drop their addy, I'm on your ass and I ain't talking shit Shawty, she a baddie, she want a bag, but I ain't sending shit Had to cut the hoe, cause she don't want to have it right Ayy, you get on my nerves, shut the hell up F*ck up my appetite Ayy, I'm the type to ride down on your block and hit you in your fucking nose I'm the type to hit you with this cock and make you throw away that rose Hit you with that flash and do you bad and make you strike a fucking pose These bitch ass niggas, I know that they be mad My brother fucking on they hoes I'm on that fucking road to chase a bag I like a bitch with pretty toes My niggas ain't never going out sad Ayy, nigga, don't get me in that mode Niggas don't be on nothing Tryna catch them in that store Niggas be my sons Niggas tryna steal my clothes Hop out and they run You ain't real You gon' fold I like bitching you for fun You ain't gon' do shit You a hoe Ayy, I know this shit get crucial I ain't tripping bout no hoes She tryna suck me up like noodles And when she done, she gotta go Ayy, they throw that shit over the computers When the person never show up I told Tommi that I missed her Ayy, did she get it I don't know Had to cut the hoe, cause she wont acting right I'm just tryna run me up a bag Go catch a fucking flight Had to go and cut off a few niggas They won't acting right Tryna take my shit Knew I won't tripping That's how you feeling right Shawty get on top She gon' ride just like a dirt bike Ayy, wet shit like a mop Ayy, he a bitch Don't get his head hype Ayy, please don't try get dropped Ayy, be on my shit when I don't feel right Ayy, I can't trust these niggas They be sliming That's for everybody Ayy Ayy
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