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[intro]
enrgy made this one
[verse]
got seven different hoes, they all get a day
got one every different color and different shade
i ain’t in a relationship, i’m in a situation
f+cked a n+gga b+tch, he liked my music, now the n+gga hate me
high as h+ll, i had a play on t, so i made her take me
got a white b+tch that grind hard, they can’t f+ck with amy
in love with money, seen her serve her momma, dad, and auntie
know that lady i be servin’, i be callin’ my auntie?
wеll, she not really my auntie
i just call hеr that ’cause i got respect for the lady
told a plug that i need a b+tch, i’m expecting a baby
fiend said that she need a hit, i’m expecting a payment
sellin’ straight drop so my fiends be patiently waitin’
got three white boys comin’ to shop, they comin’ from davis
on the phone with my b+tch stay in pa, she comin’ through dayton
on the highway pushin’ the pedal through the floor, you’d think we racin’
we got three ks on us, you would think we racist
smoke a n+gga, put him in my wood then take a vacation
took my b+tch with me too, we took a bae+cation
my n+gga said he got pints on deck, he got three cases
how the f+ck you not on the run and you got three cases?
dread+head, smoke like bob marley but i’m not jamaican
how the f+ck you call yourself a muslim and you eat bacon?
i was confused ’til he taught me it was beef bacon
that n+gga who ran off with the bag, i bet his feet stankin’
first time i learned about a pill, it was from my auntie mamy
i learned at eight about prescription drugs, and how they so dangerous
probably how i got to servin’ pills, i guess it made me anxious
spice talkin’ with mike and rio, that’s what made me famous
dope fiend, when i heard this beat it made me pour up
post a pic’ on instagram, you know that b+tch gon’ go up
enrgy made this beat , he told me “go nuts”
bad communication, one of my hoes, so we broke up
b+tch fifty+one actin’ childish, need to grow up
ho mad, say she finna leave, i said “so what?”
hold on, no wait, b+tch, hold up
two b+tches tryna’ f+ck, i couldn’t choose, i hit both of ’em
it was a redbone and a snow bunny
you will never hit my b+tch, she say you so bummy
gave [?] six dollars, he ran to the store for me
i just met a bad b+tch that’s gon’ ho for me
make one call, know my nephew gon’ blow for me
everybody think i’m rich ’cause i blow money
it ain’t enough dough, i still need some more money
i’m just tryna wake up in cali’ where it’s so sunny
tired of all these fiends, they keep tryna get some dope from me
the weed i got from a1, i hope he got some more for me
put my flashlight on the bud, it look so lovely
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