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acapella (official lyrics) - 0617liltwin lyrics

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[chorus]
look, a b*tch can’t front my sh*t
i had one b*tch doing all typa sh*t up in the bathroom
sucking my d*ck, she already know who she is
so, when this b*tch hear this, she gon’ be p*ssed
dre pop out, you better be praying to god
cause, that lil’ n*gga don’t miss
camo on the side, nah he ain’t playing no games
he dunk when i call for assist
stro be dumpin’ the opps hood, he don’t give a f*ck, he like taking all them sh*ts
up in the backseat, this n*gga sweating like a athlete
i think the lil’ n*gga scared, you solve riddles and wanna be a smart ass b*tch, then name a opp that ain’t dead

[verse 1]
ridе in a two*seater, this b*tch hot like a hеater
might f*ck, but i won’t eat her
ain’t ever get up with keisha, this b*tch keep sending me off
can’t wait to meet her
who wanna play? we out three men deep, and we got like 10 guns
dog in a trackhawk g, hop down that sh*t
when we bounce out, this sh*t fun
i ain’t even got no son, but on my son
lil’ b*tch, i ain’t going for nun
can’t add no b*tch, i ain’t here
i was on like 12, with a bad b*tch having some fun
i got your b*tch doing strips
she kept on riding the d*ck, while i’m gripping the buns
he ain’t crash out bout his mans, but that lil’ n*gga willing to die over his lil’ b*tch
i ain’t no rapper, i am young street n*gga, who keep on talking my sh*t
my cousin a k!ller, but i ain’t saying no names
you b*tch ass n*ggas is snitch
12 piece up on the back of the glock, watch his ass gon’ switch when i throw this b*tch
amiri jeans, and on my feet is lavin
i keep on popping my sh*t
[chorus]
look, a b*tch can’t front my sh*t
i had one b*tch doing all typa sh*t up in the bathroom
sucking my d*ck, she already know who she is
so, when this b*tch hear this, she gon’ be p*ssed
dre pop out, you better be praying to god
cause, that lil’ n*gga don’t miss
camo on the side, nah he ain’t playing no games
he dunk when i call for assist
stro be dumpin’ the opps hood, he don’t give a f*ck, he like taking all them sh*ts
up in the backseat, this n*gga sweating like a athlete
i think the lil’ n*gga scared, you solve riddles and wanna be a smart ass b*tch, then name a opp that ain’t dead

[outro]
hah, then name a opp that ain’t dead
(hah, then name a opp that ain’t dead)

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