These Bitches

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Drinking on this liquor I ain't think this shit fucked up my mind Clutchin' on my pistol, on my pistol, yeah
All the time, niggas call my phone for work But I don't got it now, call me back in five
Minutes Guarantee I got it now, countin' all this money
Only time these bitches wanna kick it We f*ck em' and kick em' out
These bitches, they know the Business I can have some niggas shootin' at you
And you don't know why Gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it
Until you hit the ground I can have some niggas shootin' at you
And you don't know why Gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it
Until you hit the ground You run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it for your life You trip, then you fall
Now I'm standin' over top of you I show you what my gun do
Let a few off in your chest, nigga That went through your vest
Killa Should've went for your face, nigga Be the case like OJ
Get my shit back like OJ But I ain't gang caught like OJ
Got some white bitches that role play We just f*ck these hoes, no foreplay
And who the f*ck in my doorway? Got a small gun with a low neck
Make you run from me in your Nikes Nigga it's f*ck you if you don't like me
Talk your shit behind my back But in my face, don't wanna fight me
You know that's Unlikely pussy, drinking on this Liquor
I ain't think this shit f*ck up my mind Clutchin' on my pistol, on my pistol
Yeah, all the time Niggas call my phone for the work
But I don't got it now Call me back in five minutes
Guarantee I got it now Countin' all this money
Only time these bitches wanna kick it We f*ck em' and kick em' out
These bitches, they know the business I can have some niggas shootin' at you
And you don't know why Gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it
Until you hit the ground
Countin' all this money
Only time these bitches wanna kick it Thumbin' through a couple thousands
You niggas ain't hustle with me You niggas shouldn't argue with me
Shouldn't even talk to me Go outside, and go and bring it back
Now he runnin' from me Shootin' off in his place swear my bullets don't ricochet If they do, nigga, you get hit
Wasn't finna live long? No way Know how to get paid the wrong way
And if you approach me the wrong way We'll throw your body down a long way than park the car
In the driveway, we , hoppin' out of the sunroof
F*ck you, you ain't blowin' these doors off Gave her two bands and she roll off
I ain't seen her face since Have her bestie handle that bitch
Guess them hoes really wasn't cool then She said, I ain't leavin' with you, man
Unless you spending' some of that loop, man I'm like, hold up, bitch, what you doin'
You goin' through my pockets It's like three o'clock in the mornin
Have some bitches come through and rock ya Hear them' shots, f*ck the neighbors too
Get in my business, I'll blame at you Encore, I'll clap at you
Either way, them hands gon' move Drinkin' on this liquor
I ain't think this shit fucked up my mind Clenchin' on my pistol, on my pistol
Yeah, all the time Niggas call my phone for the work
But I don't got it now Call me back in five minutes
Guarantee I got it now Countin' all this money
Only time these bitches wanna kick it We f*ck em' and kick em' out
These bitches, they know the business I can have some niggas shootin' at you
And you don't know why Gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin
Until you hit the ground Drinkin' on this liquor
I ain't think this shit fucked up my mind Clenchin' on my pistol, on my pistol
Yeah, all the time Niggas call my phone for the work
But I don't got it now Call me back in five minutes
Guarantee I got it now

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