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Mess Bout This Video (MV)




Performed By: BM Riqq
Language: English
Length: 1:42
Written by: bm riqq




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Oh, gee, well, you know what? I'm tired of your presence dismissed
Energy, why you do that, man
Aye speed this shit up I got a jugg after this
Ooh, sav, kilt it
Hop in the field with me, boy, we put that belt on shit
He ain't gon' play with me, we be done pressed that bitch
The last opp tried to troll, yeah yop got stretched in shit
And he aint talking about no pape, boy i make a mess bout this
Touchin' racks, can't be around no flunky with no motion
Got bands everywhere, you know that I put it on em
Ken putting belt on shit, if niggas running round here owing
And it's this a chunky-ass 40, try some shit, then I'm blowing
Niggas need them taxes, so they killin' over hoes
This baby stack in my hand, that's your loaf
Groupie bitch on my dick, that's your hoe
Switchy go
All my niggas, they on go
Can't she get my attention if it ain't pros
And my bitch lovin' me, cause her last niggas was broke
All about the Benjamins, watch, turn these bows to loafs
And really up, dog shit, if I post, I gotta go ghost
I only beef about pape, do you got that shit
Bro, f*ck the hoes, I only care about the drop, that's it
Four missed calls later, I done blocked that bitch
You talkin' bout the Glock, lil' boy, I want the chop, that's it
5-5-6, go through walls, you forgot that shit
After I hit your bitch, she asked what her name was, I forgot that bitch
8 a.m. in the studio, only thing changed is the clock, that's it
Was suppose to square her up, I up-blick, goddamn, I forgot that quick
And my brother press-press at the store, nigga, get out that bitch
Ops go home and pick crayons up, I ain't forgot that shit
Same coop everyday, you ain't on my ass, you better stop that shit
But we can get on that i just cop, chop, with the stock equipped
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Oh, gee, well, you know what? I'm tired of your presence dismissed
Energy, why you do that, man
Aye speed this shit up I got a jugg after this
Ooh, sav, kilt it
Hop in the field with me, boy, we put that belt on shit
He ain't gon' play with me, we be done pressed that bitch
The last opp tried to troll, yeah yop got stretched in shit
And he aint talking about no pape, boy i make a mess bout this
Touchin' racks, can't be around no flunky with no motion
Got bands everywhere, you know that I put it on em
Ken putting belt on shit, if niggas running round here owing
And it's this a chunky-ass 40, try some shit, then I'm blowing
Niggas need them taxes, so they killin' over hoes
This baby stack in my hand, that's your loaf
Groupie bitch on my dick, that's your hoe
Switchy go
All my niggas, they on go
Can't she get my attention if it ain't pros
And my bitch lovin' me, cause her last niggas was broke
All about the Benjamins, watch, turn these bows to loafs
And really up, dog shit, if I post, I gotta go ghost
I only beef about pape, do you got that shit
Bro, f*ck the hoes, I only care about the drop, that's it
Four missed calls later, I done blocked that bitch
You talkin' bout the Glock, lil' boy, I want the chop, that's it
5-5-6, go through walls, you forgot that shit
After I hit your bitch, she asked what her name was, I forgot that bitch
8 a.m. in the studio, only thing changed is the clock, that's it
Was suppose to square her up, I up-blick, goddamn, I forgot that quick
And my brother press-press at the store, nigga, get out that bitch
Ops go home and pick crayons up, I ain't forgot that shit
Same coop everyday, you ain't on my ass, you better stop that shit
But we can get on that i just cop, chop, with the stock equipped
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