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tfam - conversation hated lyrics

f-ck with me i know you really ain’t sh-t
you act like you about sh-t
but really you a b-tch who wanna get hit
all you got is 3g and you always wanna flex it
ya baby mama wanna slide on through and give me her kid

smokin on that gas ima light you up
all you smoke is mid you getting locked up
fearin my sword run and gettin chopped up
crawlin like a dog you lookin like a pup
oh sh-t, my cup is all full and now its being stated that i go and f-ckin pull
conversation hated but i don’t wanna leave i got a battlefury so now i can cleave

spotted lookin p-ssy now you gotta go farm
half my d-mn name is truly f-ckin arm
harm will only come to you if you say it ain’t so
get f-cked if you dont like how i talk about foes
gotta stay secure we stay in fort woe
no trap but got some carts if you wanna get low
i dont talk to girls but they still wanna pitch and they run away because i always say they a b-tch

wasn’t playin when i said your sh-t is f-ckin lame
i see every single day dozen different f-ckin fakes
when i think about them they always lookin like snakes
just like cod when they in my sites i just wanna aim

when you wanna call on me you’re gonna have to plea
blades on both sides i have all 10 bayonets
your girl wanna hit on me but she gettin d-cked by a p-ssy
that really don’t fly with me she only f-ckin on my set

why’d it take so f-ckin long for you to pull up
b-tch my weed drawer lookin like a start up
i just wanna smoke a bit please no hybrid
sativa blunts and indie tunes they cannot be united
i’m gonna just flip my sh-t and smoke your whole home
no guns in this b-tch i just wanna light up in house
your food cooked for me by your lovely f-ckin spouse
i devour your kitchen and just roam with the chrome
still no gats on me i mean when i go and browse online
i think the sh-t you don’t know exist but i still look benign
i reject top from your b-tch then i go and dine
stripper t-ts versus burrito bowl that guac be lookin fine
i get the guac and i run it wear a v on my back
hit the carti then go and ride on a lil boat
baked in my room now its time to play some good old knack
no one wanna hear your sh-t we can put it to a vote

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