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[intro]
(過去の自分と向き合う)
(4, 4, 4, 4)
gang, gang, gang

[verse 1]
b+tch tryna plot, then a b+tch might die
i look around ‘fore i hop in the ride
pull up with sticks, yeah we pull up with fire
i love a bad b+tch with thick thighs
and i like when them titties poke out the sides
yeah, i’m coolin’ with my man’s outside
i’m finna walk on that block wit’ the nine
yeah we bumping out n+gga, don’t run
hate when i shoot this, it’s gon’ jump
tell these n+ggas watch out, man these n+ggas my sons
yeah, they copy me ’cause they ain’t know none
this b+tch fall in love like wonton soup
skrt off the lot after i dropped the+
skrt off the lot after i dropped the roof
and im out in cali, smokin’ on zoot
b+tches on my d+ck, hoppin’ in the coupe
b+tches on my d+ck when i hop out the coupe

[verse 2]
tch, huh, yeah, b+tch on my d+ck and she loose with the knock
n+ggas talk crazy, we send them to gods
n+ggas talk crazy, my n+ggas gon’ pop you
you goin’ through whatever, my n+gga you flodgin
you was 1c, yeah, n+gga was poppin’?
lil’ n+gga you ain’t flexin’ n+gga stop it
lil’ n+ggas try run down, n+gga we flock
gang, gang
lil’ n+ggas try run down, n+gga we flocking
yeah, we keep knock on the hip
if it go down, take that sh+t to the chest
they wanna come, my n+ggas gon’ spin
they wanna come, my n+ggas gon’ spin
yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 3]
this b+tch tryna f+ck, this b+tch—
this b+tch tryna f+ck, this b+tch want s+x
if a b+tch bad, i could f+ck her all night
smokin’ on a blunt, i don’t sip dirty sprite
copped me a zip, i’ll be alright
copped me a zip, yeah, i feel fly
all night, trap all night
on a ride, baby, take me on a ride
on the rise, yeah, 1c, we on the rise

[verse 4]
yeah, why? baby, i’m like why?
finna take a hit up out the spliff, head to the sky
if i got the pogo on me, n+ggas gettin’ slided
yeah, buck 50 n+gga get yo face slashed on the side
tryna get f+cked, pull them panties to the side
to the side, pull ’em to the side
caught that n+gga at that show, put that n+gga to the side
talkin’ bout none of this, i’m hurting, no, i can’t decide
i picked up some prada yeah, four straps on my side
yeah, four straps on my side
n+ggas they can’t f+ck with me, they cannot tweak with me, no
n+ggas they can’t f+ck with me, they can’t compete with me, no
i’on even really know, what you mean to me, no
i love it when, i love it when she wear that short ass dress, yeah
lil’ b+tch on my d+ck, it don’t make no sense
been 1c, i’ma throw my set
out in vancouver and i’m shopping at saks
b+tch on the plug, fly like a dove
n+ggas ain’t use to f+ck with me for none
this b+tch is a sl+t, i f+ck with the sl+ts
n+ggas talkin’ down, i done had enough
uh



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