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i don't text back - 1takejay lyrics

[verse 1: 1takejay]
room full of b*tches, finna gang bang, i ain’t twisting no fingers
i don’t know no sign language, you a b*tch player
n*ggas always on the side hating, lotta n*ggas virjins
see me going up, they can’t take it
send the money for the song, or you gon’ be on that b*tch by yourself
say you only got a thousand, give that sh*t to somebody else
like a single mother, f*ck n*ggas, i don’t need no help
n*ggas say i’m [?], n*gga, oh well
n*ggas dress badder than these b*tches on my instagram
talking sh*t in comments, you a gangsta, or an insta fan?
you ain’t finna d*ck ride my wave, but these b*tches can
catfish, right after i f*ck, i’m a different man
only time a b*tch hear my voice, when shе stream some
b*tch thought i took her on a datе, she just dreamed of it
throw a party, all my hoes in this b*tch mean mugging
b*tches keep on threatening me with leaving, like it mean something
text a b*tch back when i feel like it, nevermind, i don’t feel like it
i’m [?] still [?]
n*ggas kiss hoes that kiss d*ck, n*ggas real trifling
[?] b*tch [?] but you still wifed her
f*cking up my shoes, buy some new ones, i ain’t finna wipe them
treat these b*tches like an insta post, i ain’t finna like them
told the cashier to ring me up, ’cause i ain’t finna try them
b*tches said they can’t live without me, then these b*tches dying
[verse 2: cash kidd]
sent your b*tch [?] that mean soul sn*tching
told her come and get some money, all my hoes happy
see an opp, unplug him quicker than a low battery
face a wood [?] matching sh*t, like my clothes [?]
high as h*ll, scrolling down an opp page laughing
n*ggas broker than a b*tch, tryna play savage
when i look around, all my n*ggas bosses
got enough money to customise all you n*ggas’ coffens
young n*gga, used to [?] d.b.c
swiping cards, b*tch, i’m [?] like e.b.t
n*ggas sick i made a k!lling off the shh
all these hoes want my b*lls, like d.b.z
get my dawgs whatever, i’ll never call it leaching
we is on the hunt together, then this time, we all gon’ eat
red bottoms on, told my [?] bleeding
put the spikes on your head, like [?]
[?] neck, could’ve swore i saw demons
see these nots on me, look like i caught a beating
i’ma pass the b*tch to 1takejay, ain’t no pressure
got the bad b*tches tapping in, like a wrestler

- 1takejay lyrics

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