M.B.F

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Long hair, no dread
She good on the bed
Long sleeve on her mouth
She likes how it taste
She's tryin her best
Im pulling her out
im pullin her braids
This shit goin sicko mode there aint no rest
Im switchin the flow like im highly possesed
Just spittin the lyrics i jotted on  desk
Really, im feeling like king of the west
Im dizzy like wizzy and the best of the best
Im coughin im sneezin aint takin a break
Wroking till late i aint gettin my bed
Living my life like its getting too late
Switchin my styles cus ol one got dead
Plans and figure but OD in head
You gotta figure if i dont get paid
Trigger a killler gun fly like a jet
Im dealin your dealer like el chapo said

Yeah i aint
Got something special in me
I broke up with my college degree
Pull up in a smoke you can't see
Pulled down with the dough this aint free
Cool down for the show with the tree
Broksis they sipped on the lean
Haters give fun like the Bean
She likes to cheat on the scene
She likes when I put on the cream
Pour up all magazine, my guns
Make a scene

She cryin, she tryna look at me
She tryin the signs, they lucrative
She got a body i zoom at it
I told her that she ain't do a thing
I got a problem i look at it
things get real and i shoot at it
I signed the deal and they took a piss
Gotta act a fool like a Ludacris

Wait
What the f*ck is this?
I hit a dab
get me that lap
Dont get mad
Fucked in the bath - tub
Bitch im a bachelor huh
You gotta ask her
Bitch I am a bastard
Bitch Im your master
Stopped for a while huh
(Still)
You cannot match us

Yeah no one can match us

Friends they pass you the hugs
Fiends they pass you the drugs
They hit you cancer
There aint no place w no plugs
Strip with the dancers
She fighting for sex 
Im craving for hugs
Fighting distraction
Alone in my mansion

Yeah
Alone in my space ship
Nights get blazy 
No lie
Roll up the weed, no lie
Mix it up kief, no lie
No lie
Shit get tasty, no lie
No lie
Dont even test me, no lie
Fuckin yo bestie, no lie
What you gon do? GO CRY

Rollin the ball like messi
Im Highest of all, bless me
Playin the game im pressin
But None of yall impress me
I got called, she miss me
Its yo wife, come diss me
She Hit on text like bitch pls
On my grind all fucking time
But i be still smellin some snitchin
Cooking up all of you bitches
And i End up with tooth pickin
Ion care if you dont listen
Just Took a L, its kickin

Yeah
F*ck it
Thought i was done?
Son of a gun!
Non aint done, that aint like where im from

This is that everyday shit
This is that errday vibe in the bitch
This is that blow for the snitch
This is that breakin the teeth
This is that breakin the hits
Somethings you never admit
Its time for the show take the seat
This is that boy from the room
This aint no boy from the street

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