Go (feat. LuhRuss)
Lilcee
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Go, I can't f*ck with these lil' bitches, man, I'm out of favors Dope boy dreams, I got some gas and then I got some paper Live the life they wanna fuckin' live, but this shit overrated F*ck bout what you sayin', pull up to the yard and let it spray Bitch, we don't play, yeah, cop a deuce When I get that act, I mix with lemonade Ain't talkin' juice, but these niggas yea backdoor, you like 2Pac gang Niggas lame, NLB-5, that's my fuckin' game Uh, uh, shit get tragic, huh, pop a fuckin' ten into a twenty into a thirty, huh Out my fuckin' body, I'm a ghost and I'ma hunt you, huh Turn yo' bitch around and I'ma f*ck her all you hear is Bitch, I'm back again, nut up on yo' friends Yeah, I hit her twice, but I don't even want that bitch I like countin' chips, Ben frank, yeah, my bestie, we throw zips Tell you, get in clipped, forty yard no dash, but you gon' dip Dip, dip, dip Run fast like a race, model bitches, nigga F*ck em' all, then pass the game, treat these hoes just like a game Gettin' high straight on the plane, why I say I love her I don't love her, I'm just sick up in the head on gang Go, I can't f*ck with these lil' bitches, man, I'm out of favors Don't boy dreams, I got some gas and then I got some paper Live the life they wanna fuckin' live, but this shit overrated F*ck bout what you sayin', pull up to the yard and let it spray Bitch, We don't play, uh, yeah Cop a deuce, when I get that act, I mix with lemonade Ain't talkin' juice, but these niggas yea backdoor, you like 2Pac gang Niggas lame, NLB-5, that's my fuckin' game Nigga fried, try to touch my chain I put in dirt for this fuckin' chain In the rain, posted on that curve, I'm tryna make a name Had my cup full of that syrup, this shit look like paint I be with real niggas, you be with cap niggas (Cap) Try the game, I bet he step back, he gon' clap a nigga Pops been askin' me why you came to the house without your fuckin' pistol I said, hold on, pops niggas, hate, they know we ain't no average niggas I'm drippy extra Clean, I pop my shit in skinny jeans Ion have no enemies, I got dem ties, you kiddin' me I ain't a waste energy, me and my blick got chemistry Yea don't call me family, you annoying me What's on my ass now ? Big dog, almighty I'm the type of nigga if I eat, then everybody eat I was by my lonely, now I got the cash on me New tags on me, ain't nothin' cheap You a real trap niggas, You a real trap star Every time I put this shit on ya, you know I'm goin' hard Any nigga tryna spin on me, then he won't make it far You don't know who in that car, you just know we be dem boys Pick him up and break him down, I don't even need help All them hittas, man, get locked in like seatbelts Whole gang full of B-stas, Talkin' down on me Just tell them, catch up, Won't even add up (Won't add Up)
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