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​soser – ​bool lyrics

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[intro]
(craig)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
my n+ggas off good dope
she wan’ eat my d+ck, i tell her, “get up”
you not in the game, you need to sit out
know she wanna f+ck, i said, “b+tch, diddo”
wake up in the morning and i get dough (it’s surreal gang, lil’ b+tch)
lil’ b+tch i’m so fed up, know some n+ggas stuck inside that cell though
want some from me like, b+tch, h+ll no (maybach music)
some n+ggas stay soild, some gon’ tell though
my brother get locked, i’ma pay the bail though
my n+ggas wipe yo’ nose if ya’ sh+t runny, yeah
don’t care about yo’ goals, b+tch, i’m gettin’ money (yeah)
i’ll get the whole crew knocked if a n+gga think some’ funny, yeah
you ain’t take none’ from me, yeah, high as f+ck, movin’ like a mummy (this chicago, n+gga)
b+tch we run, run right to that dough
oh, wait, that’s yo’ b+tch, lil’ n+gga, how would i know? (yeah, yeah)
she wanna know my name told her, “i don’t know”
b+tch, i’m in the a smokin’ on dro
ten band jug, green, b+tch, i’ma go
gettin’ all this green, b+tch, i’ma pro
b+tch, you heard that mag sound, i know i got these n+ggas mad now
if a n+gga try to run, we gon’ hawk his ass down
b+tch, i love the fast money, i’m a cash cow
we makin’ dirty money, yeah, i clean it fast now
just got inside the crib and she got her ass out
make one wrong move, sh+t goin’ mad south
b+tch givin’ h+lla dome, yeah, she givin’ mad scalp
[outro]
(this chicago, n+gga)



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