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rex, rex
[chorus]
b+tch i’m tryna pop sh+t
don’t believe me watch this
better stop with all that nonsense
know some n+ggas from the west side
yea from compton
n+ggas use to hate now they wanna be friends
no we not locked in
richard mill that’s a hun on my wrist
f+ck that b+tch but i can’t give her a kiss
never trust em cause these n+ggas gone switch
up a chop and turn his ass into swiss
r3ck up it swear to god he won’t miss
stop talking boy you not with the sh+ts
i bet that i crack her like ritz
emo b+tch she had slits on her wrist
[verse]
had your moment
that b+tch going
losing focus
za smoke potent
rappin sh+t up in my gеnes
had to slow down on codeine
now i’m back to smoking weed b+tch
promisе n+ggas never seen sh+t
momma said i wouldn’t be sh+t
now i’m chillin with the demons
now these b+tches eating s+m+n
i’m just tryna f+ck a mean b+tch
why the f+ck you moving green b+tch
had to leave her ass on seen b+tch
i can’t even f+cking read this
broke boy up some cheese b+tch
back there i’m counting checks huh
warrant out for my arrest b+tch
more or more or more or less huh
i can’t even lie i’m blessed huh
where the f+ck the percocets b+tch
had to hit my n+gga rex b+tch
where the f+ck these n+ggas at b+tch
i don’t wanna do that chat sh+t
p+ssy n+gga where you at b+tch
i’ll never ever lack b+tch
d+mn yo ass so fat b+tch
i’m tryna play with that cat b+tch
that sh+t made me laugh b+tch
these n+ggas be acting catfish
why can’t i move past it
make em disappear like it’s magic
heart so cold
lord i don’t know
i count a roll
she give me head honor roll
most these n+ggas been hoes
they tryna switch on they bro
b+tch i already know
that’s why i can’t even go
huh let the chop sang
let the chop bang
i can’t feel my uh yea
i can’t feel my brain
think this sh+t a game p+ssy
stay up in your lane
all this grit and grain
this b+tch suck me up insane
[chorus]
b+tch i’m tryna pop sh+t
don’t believe me watch this
better stop with all that nonsense
know some n+ggas from the west side
yea from compton
n+ggas use to hate now they wanna be friends
no we not locked in
richard mill that’s a hun on my wrist
f+ck that b+tch but i can’t give her a kiss
never trust em cause these n+ggas gone switch
up a chop and turn his ass into swiss
r3ck up it swear to god he won’t miss
stop talking boy you not with the sh+ts
i bet that i crack her like ritz
emo b+tch she had slits on her

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