Offstyle
MBN Foota
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Can I buy that please? (Haha ay, bitch ass nigga say mane say lil' gang) (Ay lil' bitch nigga say? Act like I ain't gone move bout' that shit) (F*ck they on?) Call em' Mr. Walk Down He don't show em' no pity AR got mods put a scope on a smithy Spin the block out for the one they gone leave lil' bro dizzy Yea I'm touchin' them stacks and that money come instant Big chop he didn't laugh his bitch callin' me silly And that's off with his head he pop him like a wheelie She know I got big bank hoe put that bitch up in order Workin' that shit I ain't never record her She a hoe collect cum in her mouth a hoarder (Bitch) Tappin' that shit in the back of the charger (Clap clap) See it I buy it don't give me no quarters Bet I blown that bitch down I'll make his ass shorter Bitch I'll kill every nigga don't give me no daughter Don't play with me nigga I'll give you disorders Everythin' that I say bitch you know that I mean it Daytona 250 horse power I'm speedin' Don't f*ck with that bitch cause that bitch is to needy One time she was trippin' she told me to eat it And she was a clown I just bone it and leave it I want all the money right now cause I'm greedy Ima' stamp every nigga like they was graffiti Ima' stay on my toes even if I was sleepy Finger f*ck out the trigger you know that I'm freaky We ain't lovin' no bitches no I ain't no sweetie Demon seed on these niggas horn head like wapiti I'll die fore' you ever think that I'm a freebie Steppin' forward fore' I think bout' retreatin' I fell down bet I get back up swingin' Ima' deen seed I don't if I'm sinnin' Ima' grind for it fore' I ask for a penny Ima' die hard I don't gotta repeat it You a f*ck boy don't care bout' yo opinion (Bitch!) Hog tied you gone die fore' I give in (Yop!) 1 man only 1 come out livin' (Yea!) Back pocket where I hold it I'm winnin' (Yop!) Worldwide round the globe I be spinnin' Call em' Mr. Walk Down he don't show em' no pity AR got mods put a scope on a smithy Spin the block out for the one they gone leave lil' bro dizzy Yea I'm touchin' them stacks and that money come instant Big chop he didn't laugh his bitch callin' me silly And that's off with his head he pop him like a wheelie I ain't playin' bout' shit bet I slap the f*ck out em' I been with the shit's I want smoke like the Rasta's I was raised to be violent don't know bout' no Prada Bitch! (I'm to cold up in this motherfucker nigga stop hatin' on me nigga I'm different yea shit I say it's MBN I'm Kiwana son) (MBN all day nigga from Nawf Dallas to the grave nigga I swear to god free Tray nigga I'm in it We not the same nigga turned up by myself nigga remember that nigga I don't need nobody on my songs nigga f*ck y'all)
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Written by: David Paetzold, Qwanya Dunmore
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