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P9B COUNTRY
by Godric
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S-s-s-sicka ya
Fuck yo baby daddy
He ain't shit I promise ya
Only to come to diss
Not politic
Don't get beat up
I ain't got no sense
That's common bitch
Now level up
Bitch you know me
Im all over my city
Before you lie again
Pop it in
Play my CD
I show up like you knew it
Where da money
Nigga move it
Of course not
I'm the check and box
Same nigga you not
Dey not bussin down
Run yo mouth
Don't call the cops
And ima holla atcha
You think you hot
Wait til I drop
Dis money automatic
So spread it out
Without a doubt
I'll get back i mean it
Nevermind yo crime I scene it
Of course I
Thought about things
What do I mean
I'm telling jokes now
I'm looking back
On all the facts
I'm hella booked now
Can't fill me up
But don't let me down
We all we got boy
Take a picture and crop it
And just like dat
You on yo fucking back
No double tap
I never lap
Round no nigga for daps
You handle that
I tip my hat
We not swinging a bat
When niggas rat
Let's be exact
Like telephones
You off the wall
Bitch get caught
Gotta long way to go
Where I'm at
Who to be
Can't nobody tell me nothing bitch
Dey all wannabes
Next to luxury
Diamonds and some cutlery
History and me
Packed a bag Louis V
Bitch you know me
Im all over my city
Before you lie again
Pop it in
Play my CD
I show up like you knew it
Where da money
Nigga move it
Of course not
I'm the check and box
Same nigga you not
S-s-s-sicka ya
S-s-s-sicka ya
Fuck yo baby daddy
He ain't shit I promise ya
Only to come to diss
Not politic
Don't get beat up
I ain't got no sense
That's common bitch
Now level up
Bitch you know me
Im all over my city
Before you lie again
Pop it in
Play my CD
I show up like you knew it
Where da money
Nigga move it
Of course not
I'm the check and box
Same nigga you not
Dey not bussin down
Run yo mouth
Don't call the cops
And ima holla atcha
You think you hot
Wait til I drop
Dis money automatic
So spread it out
Without a doubt
I'll get back i mean it
Nevermind yo crime I scene it
Of course I
Thought about things
What do I mean
I'm telling jokes now
I'm looking back
On all the facts
I'm hella booked now
Can't fill me up
But don't let me down
We all we got boy
Take a picture and crop it
And just like dat
You on yo fucking back
No double tap
I never lap
Round no nigga for daps
You handle that
I tip my hat
We not swinging a bat
When niggas rat
Let's be exact
Like telephones
You off the wall
Bitch get caught
Gotta long way to go
Where I'm at
Who to be
Can't nobody tell me nothing bitch
Dey all wannabes
Next to luxury
Diamonds and some cutlery
History and me
Packed a bag Louis V
Bitch you know me
Im all over my city
Before you lie again
Pop it in
Play my CD
I show up like you knew it
Where da money
Nigga move it
Of course not
I'm the check and box
Same nigga you not
S-s-s-sicka ya
