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1takejay - i don't text back lyrics

[verse 1: 1takejay]
room full of b+tches, finna gang bang, i ain’t twisting no fingers
i don’t know no sign language, you a b+tch player
n+ggas always on the side hating, lotta n+ggas virjins
see me going up, they can’t take it
send the money for the song, or you gon’ be on that b+tch by yourself
say you only got a thousand, give that sh+t to somebody else
like a single mother, f+ck n+ggas, i don’t need no help
n+ggas say i’m [?], n+gga, oh well
n+ggas dress badder than these b+tches on my instagram
talking sh+t in comments, you a gangsta, or an insta fan?
you ain’t finna d+ck ride my wave, but these b+tches can
catfish, right after i f+ck, i’m a different man
only time a b+tch hear my voice, when shе stream some
b+tch thought i took her on a datе, she just dreamed of it
throw a party, all my hoes in this b+tch mean mugging
b+tches keep on threatening me with leaving, like it mean something
text a b+tch back when i feel like it, nevermind, i don’t feel like it
i’m [?] still [?]
n+ggas kiss hoes that kiss d+ck, n+ggas real trifling
[?] b+tch [?] but you still wifed her
f+cking up my shoes, buy some new ones, i ain’t finna wipe them
treat these b+tches like an insta post, i ain’t finna like them
told the cashier to ring me up, ’cause i ain’t finna try them
b+tches said they can’t live without me, then these b+tches dying
[verse 2: cash kidd]
sent your b+tch [?] that mean soul sn+tching
told her come and get some money, all my hoes happy
see an opp, unplug him quicker than a low battery
face a wood [?] matching sh+t, like my clothes [?]
high as h+ll, scrolling down an opp page laughing
n+ggas broker than a b+tch, tryna play savage
when i look around, all my n+ggas bosses
got enough money to customise all you n+ggas’ coffens
young n+gga, used to [?] d.b.c
swiping cards, b+tch, i’m [?] like e.b.t
n+ggas sick i made a k!lling off the shh
all these hoes want my b+lls, like d.b.z
get my dawgs whatever, i’ll never call it leaching
we is on the hunt together, then this time, we all gon’ eat
red bottoms on, told my [?] bleeding
put the spikes on your head, like [?]
[?] neck, could’ve swore i saw demons
see these nots on me, look like i caught a beating
i’ma pass the b+tch to 1takejay, ain’t no pressure
got the bad b+tches tapping in, like a wrestler

- 1takejay lyrics

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