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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeOn Some Bullshit
My baby mama trippin' and she on some bullshitI heard them niggas snitchin' and they on some bullshitBetter mind your own business if you on some bullshitCause you can turn up missing if you on some bullshitMy baby mama trippin' and she on some bullshitI heard them niggas snitchin' and they on some bullshitIn the club with my niggas, yeah we on some bullshitIt's hidden under my jacket and I ain't even playingAll my homies makin' that racketand they ain't even bangingMy baby mama keep shopping, still be complainingGet your manicure out of my pocketcause you ain't get nakedGot a new whip, new bitch, guess I'm on my new shitShe ain't cool with it, what love got to do with it?And she thinking I don't love her no moreJust cause I got a new hoY'all riding around them AK's, and won't shoot nothingYour whole squad they all bitch made, y'all niggas frontingY'all swear to God that y'all hustle hard, where's ya money?We cash out, we don't front at allWe treat 'em bad, send 'em home after we fuck 'emY'all fall in love with them hoesand I don't even trust 'em'Cuz I just wanna fuck 'em for one nightNow you can have her faster, you can really treat her right
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