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Ima push it to the limit Bitch it ain't a gimmick Niggas think they game ready Don't get in a scrimmage Mind ya business Steppin out the ordinary box they try put me In Can't stir shit in the same pot You cookin in My windows always blacked out It's like one way lens Niggas gettin tracked down I gotta do a cleanse Gotta watch ya friends Nîggas don't know real beef is They just follow trends Me and my nigga Tunde Ridin inna benz Give a f*ck bout Whatchu say I only want the 10s If you think I'm talking perkys Then you poppin 30s She gobble dick line Turkey She always thinkin I'm flirtin Wear a bib around my neck The way I got er squirting Seen a digit of the check And got encouraged Left her ass and bossed up Now look who really hurting Ima push it to the limit Bitch it ain't a gimmick Niggas think they game ready Don't get in a scrimmage Nîggas getting real fetty Aint the postin image Them niggas keep it hidden Only taking W's for me Cuz I know it's written Take er onna shopping spree If she keep on chillin If she not silent count of 3 Ima be the villain Come to class just to sleep Nigga pay attention You end up tryna show some mercy You goin be the victim You ain't goin be the same person Once you cut the bitches The pussy come delicious Peep if she actin eager I know sumn suspicious Takin more than a finger Digging in the trenches I'm heating up microwave ya hands If Yeen fw me you must be sick Back up & hand me microban If me and chap was band Rockin MTV makin white folks stand And jump LA Nance Given the chance We goin back 2 back Like drake or Jordan Or whoever else Important Ian listening if you boring Born to make dope recordings Glistening off the prince I'm pouring That's my ring And yeen gettin a fuckin thing You pushing P ? Pain, problems, pussy all you bring Ain't gaining shit tryna solve em If she just a fling It ain't nun to catch that bitch off Just a lil trimming Arguing goin make my dick soft Help me change the linen Yes you just like other women Long as youn pay for shit I can stick the tip in Long as you goin leave me drenched I can take you trippin That's not enough ? I'll replace ya ass Norman Nixon This is my team dammit ! This is our dream Our thing Wrist is a storm drain Future bright like lightning Come & gone inna flash Go against the grain Gotta blast I won't even warn niggas Cuz they trifiling F*ck everything inna past I'm built to last Know it's gotta heal soon Relax I built the cast Relax and show some class Taxed em he blow the cash Cards maxed, just lean back And she gimme ass Ima push it to the limit Bitch it ain't a gimmick Niggas think they game ready Don't get in a scrimmage
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