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i don't fw it - credible lyrics

i said
i’m number one you can’t f*ck with me
up a gun let it off let him touch semi
b*tch can’t f*ck the hoe cause now the hoe tripping
these b*tches really popping they whole p*ssy i dont f*ck with it
b*tch i just walked into the party with a bad hoe
bro said that his b*tch was fine as h*ll she wasn’t bad though
b*tch she tried to f*ck me too i had to pass hoes
your b*tch she in the club she wanna f*ck she dropping ass low
b*tch i can’t fumble on no bag b*tch
i can’t fumble on no bad b*tch
yuh how the h*ll i walk in sax fifth
find a pretty b*tch a break her down and make her batsh*t
b*tch i f*cking broke it down and made thе cash flip
f*cked up on this b*tch she popped a pеrc and started backflippin
bro said he started pushing meth inside a lab kitchen
i dont know like how the h*ll i did this sh*t i’m back winning
bro said he got caught with twenty grams gon make a bad sentence
i’m the type to punch in all my songs gon punch the last sentence
i don’t even like the b*tch ain’t read her last message
put my f*cking vvs to her face and started ice testing
i don’t even trust her words ain’t using imessage
this b*tch always like to p*ss me off that’s why my eyes stressing
i been sipping so much dirty got a pint fetish
i said bro went packed a drop and sent it off and hit the side stepping
i said b*tch i’m a daily sinner sh*t but i still like heaven
squared up with my father he was tripping off a pint beverage
we ain’t even tried to talk in months ain’t using imessage
now i signed a quarter million deal that’s why the lights dancing
b*tch i can’t fumble on no bag b*tch
i can’t fumble on no bad b*tch
yuh how the h*ll i walk in sax fifth
find a pretty b*tch a break her down and make her batsh*t
b*tch i f*cking broke it down and made the cash flip
f*cked up on this b*tch she popped a perc and started backflippin
bro said he started pushing meth inside a lab kitchen
i dont know like how the h*ll i did this sh*t i’m back winning
bro said he got caught with twenty grams gon make a bad sentence
i’m the type to punch in all my songs gon punch the last sentence
i don’t even like the b*tch ain’t read her last message
put my f*cking vvs to her face and started ice testing

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