Couldn't
Give a
F*ck about a hater even less about a pussy
I ain't never been no killer but you niggas finna push me
Off the motherf*ckin deep end
Creep in while sleepin
Kill you on a Sunday make yo muthaf*ckin weekend
I'm tired of the games and I'm tired of the lies
Gettin sick of all you lames I just wish that you would die
If you ain't talkin money ima need Rosetta Stone
I'm Smokin on that strong pack cuz kush is my cologne
All these niggas do is cap in every f*ckin song
I swear they all record at lids but shit I could be wrong
All I care about is dollars
And Riding in impalas
I told her pop that pussy like it's juicy j collar
Movin round the town like a young pimp c
Keep it to trill like my nigga bun b
It's cost at least 3 to get me on the hand free
Kicks just as much as the square root of a key
Sippin rozay sittin in my power circle
All that matters is family so f*ck you urkles
Sending shells at all of you splinters no ninja turtle
Spraying at the opps got em thinkin that I was squirtle
(Ever since I could remember)
I been about my money nigga
Tryna get my pockets bigga
Flowin like a f*ckin river
Bars nastier than liver
Makin pussy niggas shiver
And if a bitch ask me for something
Dick is all I got to give her
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English
Couldn't
Give a
F*ck about a hater even less about a pussy
I ain't never been no killer but you niggas finna push me
Off the motherf*ckin deep end
Creep in while sleepin
Kill you on a Sunday make yo muthaf*ckin weekend
I'm tired of the games and I'm tired of the lies
Gettin sick of all you lames I just wish that you would die
If you ain't talkin money ima need Rosetta Stone
I'm Smokin on that strong pack cuz kush is my cologne
All these niggas do is cap in every f*ckin song
I swear they all record at lids but shit I could be wrong
All I care about is dollars
And Riding in impalas
I told her pop that pussy like it's juicy j collar
Movin round the town like a young pimp c
Keep it to trill like my nigga bun b
It's cost at least 3 to get me on the hand free
Kicks just as much as the square root of a key
Sippin rozay sittin in my power circle
All that matters is family so f*ck you urkles
Sending shells at all of you splinters no ninja turtle
Spraying at the opps got em thinkin that I was squirtle
(Ever since I could remember)
I been about my money nigga
Tryna get my pockets bigga
Flowin like a f*ckin river
Bars nastier than liver
Makin pussy niggas shiver
And if a bitch ask me for something
Dick is all I got to give her
Give a
F*ck about a hater even less about a pussy
I ain't never been no killer but you niggas finna push me
Off the motherf*ckin deep end
Creep in while sleepin
Kill you on a Sunday make yo muthaf*ckin weekend
I'm tired of the games and I'm tired of the lies
Gettin sick of all you lames I just wish that you would die
If you ain't talkin money ima need Rosetta Stone
I'm Smokin on that strong pack cuz kush is my cologne
All these niggas do is cap in every f*ckin song
I swear they all record at lids but shit I could be wrong
All I care about is dollars
And Riding in impalas
I told her pop that pussy like it's juicy j collar
Movin round the town like a young pimp c
Keep it to trill like my nigga bun b
It's cost at least 3 to get me on the hand free
Kicks just as much as the square root of a key
Sippin rozay sittin in my power circle
All that matters is family so f*ck you urkles
Sending shells at all of you splinters no ninja turtle
Spraying at the opps got em thinkin that I was squirtle
(Ever since I could remember)
I been about my money nigga
Tryna get my pockets bigga
Flowin like a f*ckin river
Bars nastier than liver
Makin pussy niggas shiver
And if a bitch ask me for something
Dick is all I got to give her
Writer: Michael Hall
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