Damn
Yeah, I knew you'd like this
Because they know what I do
I be by myself whole time, be a goalie
It was like 9th grade, bro
They had picked me up, he was driving a Skoda
And you don't even know me
Boy in my slide, my twin on the face of bologna
F*ck hard J.C., he won't let some shit up
Nigga, I shot in the chassis
Man, I was f*cking a bitch in the back of the seat
Half an eight o'clock, fam
Daredevil has all the truth, but you not understand it
My girls go shoot, but they ain't take the stand
Damn
She gon' shake her ass off the wall
And she ain't wearing Vans
Shout out to Lenny, I need my van
I be helping with the enemy
Don't f*ck with friends, fam
Yeah, run on my niggas
Slide niggas, I'm Christian
Jacking out million
Like, how she gon' play with the brody
Like, her time's running
This J.C. talking to business
Man, that's a cop attorney
She know what I'm wanting
Got the glues on me, I ain't crap
I ain't crap
Ain't no TV pulling, but she know that I need me
More than I lost, but I must do this
Boxing out like Boston, reloading the miss
This is it
Huh
F*ck
I'm f*cking her, bitch
I be stripping
Damn, she tripping
She thinking we're tipping
She always on my feet, but then that's some Christian
F*ck
You know I ain't talking about shit
Many bitch ass niggas, they ain't down to confront me
You stupid as f*ck if you thinking I'm rude
Got multiple bitches, like, who can I choose
I choose
Think one, think two, think three, think four
Think five, don't play
She gon' pop out the door
Niggas got so good, got these niggas
They got so much hope
Can't buy this shit, man
Can't go on a date, but you know I need coke
Can't go on a date, but you know I need 40
She said that she hungry
She wish she could order
I told her I'm hungry
I told her I need cake
Back to the whip, and she pull up with shake
If I pull up shit, bitch, I'm fast and late
And it's OK, because I'm taking a bitch
Yo, bro, they got switches
I'll put that nigga in the field with some pads on
God, he gon' bless her
You hungry
Splash, nigga
I be Chris Goon
Don't ask her to play, nigga
That's new
Man
Say that
Don't say shit
You ain't going to f*ck one up
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Damn
Yeah, I knew you'd like this
Because they know what I do
I be by myself whole time, be a goalie
It was like 9th grade, bro
They had picked me up, he was driving a Skoda
And you don't even know me
Boy in my slide, my twin on the face of bologna
F*ck hard J.C., he won't let some shit up
Nigga, I shot in the chassis
Man, I was f*cking a bitch in the back of the seat
Half an eight o'clock, fam
Daredevil has all the truth, but you not understand it
My girls go shoot, but they ain't take the stand
Damn
She gon' shake her ass off the wall
And she ain't wearing Vans
Shout out to Lenny, I need my van
I be helping with the enemy
Don't f*ck with friends, fam
Yeah, run on my niggas
Slide niggas, I'm Christian
Jacking out million
Like, how she gon' play with the brody
Like, her time's running
This J.C. talking to business
Man, that's a cop attorney
She know what I'm wanting
Got the glues on me, I ain't crap
I ain't crap
Ain't no TV pulling, but she know that I need me
More than I lost, but I must do this
Boxing out like Boston, reloading the miss
This is it
Huh
F*ck
I'm f*cking her, bitch
I be stripping
Damn, she tripping
She thinking we're tipping
She always on my feet, but then that's some Christian
F*ck
You know I ain't talking about shit
Many bitch ass niggas, they ain't down to confront me
You stupid as f*ck if you thinking I'm rude
Got multiple bitches, like, who can I choose
I choose
Think one, think two, think three, think four
Think five, don't play
She gon' pop out the door
Niggas got so good, got these niggas
They got so much hope
Can't buy this shit, man
Can't go on a date, but you know I need coke
Can't go on a date, but you know I need 40
She said that she hungry
She wish she could order
I told her I'm hungry
I told her I need cake
Back to the whip, and she pull up with shake
If I pull up shit, bitch, I'm fast and late
And it's OK, because I'm taking a bitch
Yo, bro, they got switches
I'll put that nigga in the field with some pads on
God, he gon' bless her
You hungry
Splash, nigga
I be Chris Goon
Don't ask her to play, nigga
That's new
Man
Say that
Don't say shit
You ain't going to f*ck one up
Yeah, I knew you'd like this
Because they know what I do
I be by myself whole time, be a goalie
It was like 9th grade, bro
They had picked me up, he was driving a Skoda
And you don't even know me
Boy in my slide, my twin on the face of bologna
F*ck hard J.C., he won't let some shit up
Nigga, I shot in the chassis
Man, I was f*cking a bitch in the back of the seat
Half an eight o'clock, fam
Daredevil has all the truth, but you not understand it
My girls go shoot, but they ain't take the stand
Damn
She gon' shake her ass off the wall
And she ain't wearing Vans
Shout out to Lenny, I need my van
I be helping with the enemy
Don't f*ck with friends, fam
Yeah, run on my niggas
Slide niggas, I'm Christian
Jacking out million
Like, how she gon' play with the brody
Like, her time's running
This J.C. talking to business
Man, that's a cop attorney
She know what I'm wanting
Got the glues on me, I ain't crap
I ain't crap
Ain't no TV pulling, but she know that I need me
More than I lost, but I must do this
Boxing out like Boston, reloading the miss
This is it
Huh
F*ck
I'm f*cking her, bitch
I be stripping
Damn, she tripping
She thinking we're tipping
She always on my feet, but then that's some Christian
F*ck
You know I ain't talking about shit
Many bitch ass niggas, they ain't down to confront me
You stupid as f*ck if you thinking I'm rude
Got multiple bitches, like, who can I choose
I choose
Think one, think two, think three, think four
Think five, don't play
She gon' pop out the door
Niggas got so good, got these niggas
They got so much hope
Can't buy this shit, man
Can't go on a date, but you know I need coke
Can't go on a date, but you know I need 40
She said that she hungry
She wish she could order
I told her I'm hungry
I told her I need cake
Back to the whip, and she pull up with shake
If I pull up shit, bitch, I'm fast and late
And it's OK, because I'm taking a bitch
Yo, bro, they got switches
I'll put that nigga in the field with some pads on
God, he gon' bless her
You hungry
Splash, nigga
I be Chris Goon
Don't ask her to play, nigga
That's new
Man
Say that
Don't say shit
You ain't going to f*ck one up
Writer: Amadu Stickler
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