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riffy – fuckwithmeyouknowigotit remix lyrics

(instrumental)

[hook]

uh, f-ck with me you know i got it
you can’t see me like i’m on private
all about my bills and i ain’t talking cosby
take ya head off n-gga, and leave the body
(x2)

[verse]
i’m a g-a-n-g star, to the end
that’s e-n-d , not the one after “m”
f-cking with me is like you thrown into a lions den
i pop you in your temple, give you a halo now say amen
b-tch its riffy, enough said. i’m that n-gga
come through with an army, i’m a urban hitler
pop you in ya liver send you on up the river
breaking down the swisher straight lean no liquor
uh, f-ck with me you know i got it
black gun call it ebony
and ima burp it pardon me no dolly
i’m more commom than syphillis b-tch
put a toilet in the booth cause, i am the sh-t
k!ll the beat go to court and treat the case like my d-ck
ima beat it
you need an umbrella cause i spit, so exceeding-ly
im still cold in the head, no miam-e
ima ball till my feet, is no longer attached
like no head to a neck, like no spine to a back
you can’t stand by yourself
a1, top shelf
im so sick check my health
think it’s a game get a ref
on your head is a check
yeah
look, vodka mixed with cranberry
wilder than a mosh pit
they say dreams for sale
i shoplift, watch this
i ain’t into being kind, but that i am one of
smoking on that bob marley im gone, one love
gotta good girl but she bad for me
and she feeling me like ectasy
and i love her to the death of me, to the death of me there’s no k!lling me
wait
speaking with the cake
money talk price and the pockets is the bank
youngings in the water might as well be the bait
doing what i do best and i does my thing
b-tch freeze, think i won’t n-gga please
take the glock out of coma have you in the grave sleep
and your pockets fat like anerexic crack fiend
im slower than the purp but im bout weed green
uh, i want the money and the power
working 25/8 still man of the hour
sugar downgrade better off with sweetend flour
shawty body sweet soul still super sour
what they talking ’bout they ain’t saying nothing sl!ck
swagger on stronghold skyhigh , get ripped
black 9 chrome tech ferternile mixed twins
who f-ckin’ with us nina goodnight kiss
im authentic
she buss it open im all in it
open up your mouth my gun all in it, my gun all in it
like a f-ckin’ dentist
pump to ya dome leave that head missin’
i dont feel a n-gga like a numb feelin’
girl so wett im finnah go swimmin’
grape and some sour thats a blunt and a lemon
riffy

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