produced by: kyoa

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Lyrics:

If you like, how I look, can we fuck? (2x)

If you like, how I look, can we fuck? 
I don't wanna do no feat 'cause bitch, you're butt

Call up lil bro, he gon' slide thru the cut
My diamonds shinin' like glitter, so what?
These niggas shit, can't do shit 'cause they suck
Imma fuck on his bitch, like he Sneako, he cuck

Tap once, then I'm done witcha
Ight, Imma fuck witcha
Been clutchin' on my gun, nigga
Why you tryna run up? Must be dumb, nigga.

I hold choppas by my hip
Nigga come try, he gon' eat this clip

You ain't really 'bout the shit that you say on the net, nigga you's a bitch

Nigga thought that shit was sweet, now that nigga dead, throw him in a ditch

Nigga mad because he broke, I've been going up, I've been getting rich!

No hoe, don't speak to me
Leave my phone on DND
I done seen this shit too many times, so you not pleasin' me

You like, "Boy, come back. You not leavin' me"
"What you think I did not what it seem to be"
"And I'm thinking that we can work easily"
We can work but can you answer me?

:)

canwefuk?

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EARDRUMMER

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(Chorus)
Yeah
Ion play ball but I hit up da bank
She want da money so I make it rain
She said “boy tell me what’s wrong”, no I can’t
Its been a few days and my heart still in pain
I just want chase and da ma-fuckin pape,
Dis btc uh blow me, she said fuck a vape
O-V to O-V, we pop wit da drac 

Boy you don’t know me, why u hate
Hood n*gga but trap at da bank
Hood n*gga thought you could, you can’t
I don’t wanna chop
No I do not wanna chop, wanna tank
I meet dat boy onna block, inna paint
Okay you shooting, tell me whatchu rank
He don’t get money, lil boy you a lame
I think da money and drugs heal da pain
So much money I make dis ho faint
Why da fuck do these n*ggas they hate
Why is we beefing when we making pape
I took his chopper, he can’t get it back
Dis a head-bopper, you shaking ya head
Been outta school but I still keep dat lead
Life like the ocean but you know i
Tread
I’m still treading
Got dat lead on me, send em to heaven
Money fell on me, think dis a blessing
Put da Glock down, I beat em like tekken
New coat, dis be vetements
Feel like high school jock wit da letterman
We see a op on da block then we trapping em
We get the mop out da car, trigger tappin it
Tryna run from da mob, it ain’t happening
Cappin em, we put a ma-fuckin cap in em, eugh 
Cannot get wit us we lapping ya
Lapping ya,
Money run round me, ain’t lapping ya yeah
Ya ho just like krogers, I’m bagging her
Sike I do not want the hoe but still bagging her yeah
Cannot get wit us we lapping ya
Lapping ya,
Money run round me, ain’t lapping ya yeah

(Chorus)
Yeah
Ion play ball but I hit up da bank
She want da money so I make it rain
She said “boy tell me what’s wrong”, no I can’t
Its been a few days and my heart still in pain
I just want chase and da ma-fuckin pape
Dis btc uh blow me, she said fuck a vape
O-V to O-V, we pop wit da drac

U Already Know

Jm

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