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What's (Joyner)
bitch, she bougie (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you
Told niggas, You don't me? Shoot me
And if you don't wanna me, sue me

Guaranteed niggas won't the new me
This like a Spike Lee movie

Room full of hoes and I might get
Please me
All of my moves are carefully
Don't play with me, I'm a man
I put bitch on my family plan
My mansion like Fantasy Land
I bought a beach with some Canada
All of my moves are planned
I'm two steps ahead Nigerian scams (Word)
Now mе the Benz
You in the crib and I'm hеre the fans
My bitch got titties Pamela And'
And she fuck in a janitor's van
I'm 'bout to to a psycho
You 'bout to see my true colors like

I'm to pick niggas up with a rifle
I never lit up but I might though
I'm a nigga but I can get spiteful
I'm 'bouta this shit up like a typo
You do not know me, no, we related
And we got mutual friends that I might know
I don't be acquainted regardless
bitch I ever been with told me I'm heartless
I don't trust a single motherfucker, I'm
I can never win, want me up in a coffin
Way before I winnin', had a couple of losses
Had to make a out my mother's apartment
Wasn't too much opportunity to come up in
I was fucking exhausted, I was with the talkin'
I was odd jobs, had me stuck in the office

On God, I was runnin' and walkin' nonstop
On a dark block, and dodgin' all cops
they all stop, buckin' and sparkin' all Glocks
'Til my heart stops at ten breaths
I benchpress any fuck nigga
I been dead, I put you niggas to bed yet
The bed wet, this a wet dream of wet sex rednecks
Why am I not to feel, to feel free?
I learned from God, whatever will, will be
I bet you prolly kill, to kill me
The who killed Breonna Taylor still free
And George Floyd'd prolly kill to breathe
How many black lives did they kill to me?
I protest but we feel no real peace
I hear no relief, I still don't free
And man I fucked up rules

Got a fucked up head with some fucked up
Bitch, please don't put me in a fucked up
Got twin nines, so we duck, duck, goose
Better up, move 'fore I bump rush
get lumped up too, I'm in a fucked up mood
I don't trust me, why the fuck trust you?
deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, nigga
I'm the fam
Bitch, you a pig, I don't fuck no ham
All y'all sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in
I build the then upped the event
Please don't compare me to none of scrams
I'm buildin' my brand, you stuck in the
I advantage and stuck to the plan (Joyner)
is you sayin'?

What's (Joyner)

Boston bitch, she (Yeah, yeah)
Look, you
Told niggas, You don't like me? me
And if you wanna fight me, sue me
Guaranteed niggas like the new me (They won't)
feel like a Spike Lee movie
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