1539 N. Calvert
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One, one Yeah (she wanna sit on my lap) Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap (You think you know me) she wanna sit on my lap, yeah She wanna sit on my lap Da-damn, Peggy (this bitch really out here gonna watch herself) She wanna sit on my lap (What? Hahahahahaha, what? Ayy) Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap, yeah (Like three donuts For real, though, what, what we orderin'? What food we gettin'? What you wanna do?) F*ck Postmates (hahahahaha) Ayy, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, what, what, what, uh, what (look man), yeah I need all (let's get it) I need all my bitches same color as Drake If they not, then they gettin' rocked Put that Pyrex in the pot I don't give a f*ck if you out there in the six (turn around) Suck a dick, pussy boy you gettin' hit with the (woo, uh, uh, uh) And I'm really with the shits, so you not gon' take my hits Break my heart while I break yo' bitch (right) Two black cards, let me cloak my wrist (okay) F*ck a diss, boy, I'm draggin' bodies like it's Metal Gear I don't care 'bout your fuckin' status, Peggy got no fur, yeah (okay) Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah Jugg and I come with them bands, ayy Gun do not come with no plan, ayy (okay) Keep a Kimber at the pad, ayy Crackers never get a pass, wait (turn around) Credit like my name was Chad, ayy Watch who you fuckin' tag, babe (alright) Okay, get yo' demo out my face Shawty, tryna give that dick to Kelly Conway Pull my case, boy (okay), I beat that shit like Lennon beat his bae Young O'Shea (young Ice Cube on the map, motherfucker, turn around) I need a bitch with long hair like Myke C-Town (yeah) You talking shit (look), I'm talking shit, you catch a beat down (yeah, okay) I know you never in the hood or in the streets now (hey, turn around) And still, I'm hearin' that you really want some beef now? (Uh, uh, uh, alright) Bruh, take your tree out my Backwood Made the beat 'cause I'm that good (damn) Got your girl on her hands (eugh), Johnny 5 with the cans (okay) F*ck a blog, f*ck a fan, hope my record get panned (look) 'Least I made you niggas dance F*ck 12, nigga, stamp Oh, your body, oh, you got it On my body, my body, on my body Oh, your body, oh, you got it (Hit it)
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Written by: Barrington Hendricks
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