406ahmad - groupie lyrics
[intro]
haha, n+ggas crazy
i’m with yo—, yeah
i’m with young ahmad in this b+tch, man
[chorus]
can’t f+ck no groupie b+tches (i can’t f+ck no groupie b+tches)
can’t f+ck no groupie b+tches (what? what?)
all these n+ggas sound like fibs (all these n+ggas sound like fibs)
all these n+ggas f+ckin’ snitches (all these n+ggas—what?)
[verse 1]
(what you talkin’ ’bout, what you talkin’ ’bout, what you talkin’ ’bout)
hedi slimane (slimane), dior pants (dior pants)
bad b+tch (bad b+tch), got me in a trance (got me in a trance)
i need money, i’m countin’ all these dividends (say what?)
in new york, i’m finna go f+ck me a godd+mn ten (ho, say what?)
i let my bad b+tch hold my fn (ho, say what?)
these n+ggas ain’t hard, these n+ggas ain’t talkin’ about nothin’ (talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout)
i f+ck my racks, i break them f+ckin’ backs in (eater, eugh)
she on my phone talkin’ ’bout all this underground sh+t (haha, n+ggas crazy, i’m with yo—, yeah)
i told that b+tch “i don’t even like no underground b+tch” (i’m with young ahmad in this b+tch, man; f+ck you talkin’ ’bout, n+gga, i think you heard me n+gga, hold up, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout)
i told this b+tch “i don’t like no underground b+tch” (say what?)
you walk up in my account, you see these pounds, b+tch (i got pounds, b+tch)
i thought i found love, but n+gga, i ain’t found sh+t (i ain’t found sh+t)
droppin’ all them songs, he tryna recoup his allowance (haha)
took a picture while we f+ckin’, i’m gon’ mount it (let’s go)
[bridge]
i can’t f+ck no groupie b+tch (what? what? what?)
i can’t f+ck no groupie b+tch (shawty, we don’t talk to fibs, look at him, he wanna come k!ll me, all these n+ggas)
[chorus]
can’t f+ck no groupie b+tches (i can’t f+ck no groupie b+tches)
can’t f+ck no groupie b+tches (what? what?)
all these n+ggas sound like fibs (all these n+ggas sound like fibs)
all these n+ggas f+ckin’ snitches (all these n+ggas—what?)
[verse 2]
(haha, n+ggas crazy, i’m with yo—, yeah)
(i’m with young ahmad in this b+tch, man)
think i’m done with me, i hold her ass
i think i’m done with me, i hold her ass (think i’m done with me)
he’s my son, i take him to toys+r+us (’cause they all my son)
chelsea boots, i got on margiela (ho, say what?)
i just cheated on my b+tch, i think that i failed her (ha, cap)
i don’t want this ho, i’m finna go mail her (f+ck this b+tch)
after i hit this ho, i think i fell in love
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