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groupie - 406ahmad lyrics

[intro]
haha, n*ggas crazy
i’m with yo—, yeah
i’m with young ahmad in this b*tch, man

[chorus]
can’t f*ck no groupie b*tches (i can’t f*ck no groupie b*tches)
can’t f*ck no groupie b*tches (what? what?)
all these n*ggas sound like fibs (all these n*ggas sound like fibs)
all these n*ggas f*ckin’ snitches (all these n*ggas—what?)

[verse 1]
(what you talkin’ ’bout, what you talkin’ ’bout, what you talkin’ ’bout)
hedi slimane (slimane), dior pants (dior pants)
bad b*tch (bad b*tch), got me in a trance (got me in a trance)
i need money, i’m countin’ all these dividends (say what?)
in new york, i’m finna go f*ck me a godd*mn ten (ho, say what?)
i let my bad b*tch hold my fn (ho, say what?)
these n*ggas ain’t hard, these n*ggas ain’t talkin’ about nothin’ (talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout)
i f*ck my racks, i break them f*ckin’ backs in (eater, eugh)
she on my phone talkin’ ’bout all this underground sh*t (haha, n*ggas crazy, i’m with yo—, yeah)
i told that b*tch “i don’t even like no underground b*tch” (i’m with young ahmad in this b*tch, man; f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga, i think you heard me n*gga, hold up, f*ck you talkin’ ’bout)
i told this b*tch “i don’t like no underground b*tch” (say what?)
you walk up in my account, you see these pounds, b*tch (i got pounds, b*tch)
i thought i found love, but n*gga, i ain’t found sh*t (i ain’t found sh*t)
droppin’ all them songs, he tryna recoup his allowance (haha)
took a picture while we f*ckin’, i’m gon’ mount it (let’s go)
[bridge]
i can’t f*ck no groupie b*tch (what? what? what?)
i can’t f*ck no groupie b*tch (shawty, we don’t talk to fibs, look at him, he wanna come k!ll me, all these n*ggas)

[verse 2]
(haha, n*ggas crazy, i’m with yo—, yeah)
(i’m with young ahmad in this b*tch, man)
think i’m done with me, i hold her ass
i think i’m done with me, i hold her ass (think i’m done with me)
he’s my son, i take him to toys*r*us (’cause they all my son)
chelsea boots, i got on margiela (ho, say what?)
i just cheated on my b*tch, i think that i failed her (ha, cap)
i don’t want this ho, i’m finna go mail her (f*ck this b*tch)
after i hit this ho, i think i fell in love

- 406ahmad lyrics

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