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4TF Pat

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Come on
Come on
Ye- yeuh
How the f*ck you gon' be mad at me

When I'm the one that turned you up
I'm the one that got you poppin
You really rude, I'm just a fool
I shouldn't have let you in that club

Without a dollar in your pocket
Bit just want some liquor and a dub, that's all it take
I'm a dog , she a slut, she want some kids, I cannot mate
I just smash it, keep it pushin', she can't eat up off my plate

I'm a trick, won't give a shit, but watch me put it in her face
She know that I got paper
She find out I'm a track star , I won't chase her
Tell your nigga if he play, he meet his maker

I'm in her gut, she scream, oh lord, but he can't save her
How you call me bougie when you know I stand on business
A hundred mil', that's what I needed, never leave my vision
Why my dog be poppin' pills, he know they ain't prescription

When he booted, he a demon, child can't catch him slippin
Before you spend that pape on hoes, just remember this
She don't love you, she don't care, she just around for benefits
But I got plenty sense, try your luck to pimp a nigga like me

And you won't win, I don't know what they told you
Lil 4TF Pat been the man
The opposition know they cannot touch us
Walk up in the spot, the bad bitches tryna rush us

Please don't get too close to me, put makeup on my shirt
Louis V up on my collar so she know I put in work for this for this expensive shit
I'm not no Dr. Phil, don't come tell me all your problems
When it was me, I had to sit back by my lonely and go solve em

Alone by myself, alone with no help
But I don't give a f*ck, cause I'mma pape collector

Oh yeah, oh yeah
You tryna touch some paper, then come tappin' with the gang

You know you can't slide with us if you don't got that thang
You know you can't slide with us if you just chasin' fame
If piping up his bitch, be a contest, I'm gon' be the winner
Drop them drawls for four, don't be a fool, just sit back, chicken tender

Lil' bitch always say her stomach empty, take your hoe to dinner
Mr. 4, she always in my mix, I guess I had to blend her
I like my lil' bitch feisty, just like Ronda Rousey
Section need like eight bottles, we poppin', come from public housing

Owe me,  loot, then tell me how to go about it
Pull up to your spot with chopsticks sticks, I'm tryna start a fire
Get that backend stacking, I'm like a money magnet
Don't ask me about no price, it ain't changin' and you know we taxing

Just rode the whole beat, love the way she rode me
When she turn that lo off, just know she be where the fours be
When she turn that low off, just know she be where the fours be
When she turn that low off just know she be where the fours be

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