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credible - i don't fw it lyrics

i said
i’m number one you can’t f+ck with me
up a gun let it off let him touch semi
b+tch can’t f+ck the hoe cause now the hoe tripping
these b+tches really popping they whole p+ssy i dont f+ck with it
b+tch i just walked into the party with a bad hoe
bro said that his b+tch was fine as h+ll she wasn’t bad though
b+tch she tried to f+ck me too i had to pass hoes
your b+tch she in the club she wanna f+ck she dropping ass low
b+tch i can’t fumble on no bag b+tch
i can’t fumble on no bad b+tch
yuh how the h+ll i walk in sax fifth
find a pretty b+tch a break her down and make her batsh+t
b+tch i f+cking broke it down and made thе cash flip
f+cked up on this b+tch she popped a pеrc and started backflippin
bro said he started pushing meth inside a lab kitchen
i dont know like how the h+ll i did this sh+t i’m back winning
bro said he got caught with twenty grams gon make a bad sentence
i’m the type to punch in all my songs gon punch the last sentence
i don’t even like the b+tch ain’t read her last message
put my f+cking vvs to her face and started ice testing
i don’t even trust her words ain’t using imessage
this b+tch always like to p+ss me off that’s why my eyes stressing
i been sipping so much dirty got a pint fetish
i said bro went packed a drop and sent it off and hit the side stepping
i said b+tch i’m a daily sinner sh+t but i still like heaven
squared up with my father he was tripping off a pint beverage
we ain’t even tried to talk in months ain’t using imessage
now i signed a quarter million deal that’s why the lights dancing
b+tch i can’t fumble on no bag b+tch
i can’t fumble on no bad b+tch
yuh how the h+ll i walk in sax fifth
find a pretty b+tch a break her down and make her batsh+t
b+tch i f+cking broke it down and made the cash flip
f+cked up on this b+tch she popped a perc and started backflippin
bro said he started pushing meth inside a lab kitchen
i dont know like how the h+ll i did this sh+t i’m back winning
bro said he got caught with twenty grams gon make a bad sentence
i’m the type to punch in all my songs gon punch the last sentence
i don’t even like the b+tch ain’t read her last message
put my f+cking vvs to her face and started ice testing

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