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tru slab * - i guess! lyrics

yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
suck my f-ckin d-ck
this b-tch wanna wear my f-ckin neck-a-lace
pop this pistol in your face and leave you freck-a-less
b-tch made me p-ssed so i cut off my tip
finna go online and lie about hitting l!cks
finna go online and lie about moving sh-t

[verse 1]
i stay in the house all day
my own momma think that i’m g-y (think i’m g-y)
if i ain’t finna get a check no way
if i ain’t finna get that neck no way
make em’ freeze up turn to a mannequin (tru slab)
he get 30 shots he come up round my land again
tru slab he gettin to the bands again
me and them bands holdin hands again

[verse 2]
finders keepers losers weepers
annoying -ss b-tch man i might have to delete her
please do not play with me cuz i got a heat seeker
i am not having no f-ckin baby like bieber
f-cked a b-tch once cuz i do better wanna keep her
glock like medusa cuz i’ll make you f-ckin freeze up
hit the f-ckin strip and you know that i’m beaned up
hit em with the gang ten deep and we beamed up
anybody wanna act up i’ll make a scene, yuh
and i’m off a bean i think it’s controlling me, yuh
i think i’m a fiend of getting right to the cream, yuh
lost my shrimp chain but that new one gon gleam

[chorus]
yuh
yuh
yuh
yuh
suck my f-ckin d-ck
this b-tch wanna wear my f-ckin neck-a-lace
rip flex
rip my main b-tch
gettin to the check so f-ck all that fame sh-t

[instrumental]

- tru slab lyrics

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