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My niggas got munchies, auntie gon' cook They blowin' like the Big Bad Wolf me stories on everything they took But I don't repeat shit but a motherfucking Bitches be me, beat her 'til burgundy through emergency, now she need surgery Now that you of me, you should be worried, G Saying "first of all" will to a first degree Show her I'm not to be with Fuck who that lil' bitch came You cross me, cross you back the cross on a first-aid kit Get more than a bruise, get put on the I'm talkin' to you, so put on a Got nothing to prove, don't up the mood Been makin' more noise than I'm not talking 'bout the music sign Money love me, confuse the bride Pay me first like a Uber I shit jumpin' like the Puma sign No one me pause, bitch! You're always like dog shit! Doing numbers a call list! like a mini mall, bitch! Switch up the flows, when I do it, raw These ain't even got a verse that could touch me Pack the straws, when I'm picking at 'Cause when I drag bitches, I to be comfty Feelin' like I got gold Fake rappers sold nothin' tryna hold somethin' Pussy drippin' like my runnin'
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