Hey I don’t chit chat
Flip that,
Bought a pound,
And I love how it kicks back,
Big facts if your gal got a big
Back, low dat, big mon on the wing
He a bow cat, I don’t chat to niggas
I just fall back,
Big duty woi
For the combat
Independent I don’t know about contracts
Give me my money up front.
No back ends
I ain’t with the batty mon talking.
Give gal pay wood-like coffin…
Get away with a bag of that coughing
Outside with dealers and bosses
Broke niggas keeps dealing with losses
In the apartments, dirty ass carpets
Roaches, can’t even deal with the crosses
Seen a man get open what is he
A fish
Yo I hear them
Calling calling,
My balls dey in her hole Spalding
Pompous,
Digging my draws for the lama
Comma, Lickle mon chill with drama,
My blockchain real old like pardna
Big gun big gun
Run like Donna
Run-trip and bun like Easter,
Big batty gal
Get a forward Jesus
Look how she wine up,
Fine up,
Yard gal, say the pum - pum stay tight up,
Wife up, Rambo Anglo-Saxon get slice up
And if I see another Rasta mon in J.A
With a white man on his bumper
No more trips for the summer
Taking my talents to Russia
I drink a magnum
Beat dat
I got a hand gun
Beat dat
I don’t put my hands on women
I put my hands on idiots
I don’t under
You ain’t in jail
But you paid for a naked picture
I’m using my hands
I ain’t got to pay no bitch
I was raised a little different
and don’t get caught
If you doing a crime
I said this a million times,
I said this before, I’ll say it again
You can hear one more time
Back my hood again
Your girlfriend
Whooshing whooshing well
I swear that she went to Yale
She swears that she would yell
I swear that I wouldn’t tell,
I swear on my moms my dear
Your girlfriend whooshing whooshing well
Curl mans toes with her tongue
I swear
Back to the Chinging
You know mans get Chingy
I ain’t used my blade in a minute,
Gun getting warm I ain’t blaze in minute
Done with the song
My agent wicked
MIMS!
Neef - Prod. Souldiesel
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