Lyrics:

She just wanna fuck I'm tryna focus on myself
Stuck around for no reason
Stuck around for no reason I'm just hurting myself
(Stop thinking that you're something)
Yeah, I still think about you
I still think about you
But It's cool cuz I know that you got a club to attend to
Ain't no one in the world that can fix you
(you)
(you)
How much time am I wasting?
Looking at these photos reminiscing

Keep on waiting on some'
Hope that some' ain't my love
'Cause you could never find that in someone else
Yeah I could find someone else
But never mind
These bitches steady wasting my time
I don't got the time, cuz I'm just tryna be here for myself.

She just wanna fuck I'm tryna focus on myself
Stuck around for no reason
Stuck around for no reason I'm just hurting myself
(Stop thinking that you're something)
Yeah, I still think about you
I still think about you.
(you)

Nevermind_

Prod. Skaz

LYRICS:

I had the sock on the mic, nigga was talking too loud in the background for me.

She got the head that I like, she suck it just right, pull up in this bitch clean.

Yeah, I had hopes for the nigga, he was gon’ see the light.

Do you think your bitch is for you? Cause I think your bitch is for me. 



Run it up, run it up yeah.

Throw some ones, throw some ones yeah.

If you hotter than the sun yeah.

( hotter than the sun yeah)

Skaz told me hop on this bitch, bless it

Your bitch I told her pull up and undress it.

Splash, these niggas want sauce to the- (yeah)

Splash these niggas want sauce to the dressing. (Dressing)



I ain’t never tell yeah, what the fuck I’m ‘possed to tell ya.

And the choppa real yeah, twin ass ready to kill yeah.

I ain’t never tell yeah, what the fuck I’m ‘possed to tell ya.

And the choppa real yeah, twin ass ready to kill yeah.



I’m glad that you noticed it.

I had to fuck ‘round and ghost the bitch

You post on your- You post on your story saying you “going ghost a bit”

I don’t think nobody noticed it.

Stack up the money like Ralo afro.

Fuck that, young nigga going all pro.

Y’all niggas broke as a Bernie Mac joke.

Flipping they whip make em skrrt in the store.



2016 man I’m smoking on dope.

Geeked up, fuck this bitch out of her coat.

Touching my gun is like touching my hoe.

Speaking of that put my gun in her throat. (throat, throat, throat, throat)

Yeah bitch don’t move or this shit might blow.

Dressed in all black like I’m driving the boat.

Smacked my lil cousin, he ain’t pass the controller.

Robbing the plug cause he taxing the yoda. (taxing the yoda)



Fuck, fuck.



Found out my last bitch dancing for nuts.

Studio smell like grabba and runtz.

1’s in between and the 50 on front. (50 on me)

White boy E, yeah I’m using his gun.

Fuck that, flash the red beam make em run.

They dissing who? We chop off your tongue, chop of ya-

We havin- we havin some fun.

The bitch ass niggas ain’t fucking on none.



Run it up, run it up yeah.

Throw some ones, throw some ones yeah.

If you hotter than the sun yeah.

( hotter than the sun yeah)

Skaz told me hop on this bitch, bless it

Your bitch I told her pull up and undress it.

Splash, these niggas want sauce to the- (yeah)

Splash these niggas want sauce to the dressing. (Dressing)



I had the sock on the mic, nigga was talking too loud in the background for me.

She got the head that I like, she suck it just right, pull up in this bitch clean.

Yeah, I had hopes for the nigga, he was gon’ see the light.

Do you think your bitch is for you? Cause I think your bitch is for me.



Cause I think your bitch is for me.



Yeah, I had hopes for the nigga, he was gon’ see the light.



Cause I think your bitch is for me.

Dressing

#CMM

Lyrics:
I be making songs for the trappers and scammers
Nigga ass unknown if we catch him we blam em 
He ain keep it P, still got put behind the slammer
Nigga sippin green, wonder why that boy cant stand up

Only fuck on fine shit
Think she playing mind games
Falling for my mind tricks 
She think ima cuff her
She must be a dumb bitch 
Niggas always cloning 
Lil boy find your own shit 
Niggas could not buy swag
I wouldn't even loan it

This that cash making music!!!
Buy designer bags get the pussy, I abuse it
She get mad when ion text back she gon lose it
In a widebody hellcat bitch we cruisin 

This that getting to the money music 
Yeah im sittin back getting to the money boolin 
Ain no dumb ass nigga who the fuck you foolin

Yeah im sittin back, and I watch that lil shit coming in
Nigga spin back, ima kill another one of your men 
Nigga stand back, nigga come up close he could get hit
Got a bad bitch she gon pull up she gon suck dis dick 

Ain no famine all my motherfuckin family fed
Got some bad shit, she tryn pull up play wit a nigga dreads
My lil brudda a bad jit, tell him to keep playing round gon end up dead

I go thru shit to, I jus do not let them know 
My lil brudda came thru trippin crackas knocking at my door
My young niggas in that field, call my niggas up dat score
I jus got a 100 round aim that shit at your afro
How da fuck do that shit sound? 
Bitch have anything you want
Caught that nigga outta bounds 
Now that nigga outta luck

I be making songs for the trappers and scammers
Nigga ass unknown if we catch him we blam em 
He ain keep it P, still got put behind the slammer
Nigga sippin green, wonder why that boy cant stand up

Only fuck on fine shit
Think she playing mind games
Falling for my mind tricks 
She think ima cuff her
She must be a dumb bitch 
Niggas always cloning 
Lil boy find your own shit 
Niggas could not buy swag
I wouldn't even loan it

This that cash making music!!!
Buy designer bags get the pussy, I abuse it
She get mad when ion text back she gon lose it
In a widebody hellcat bitch we cruisin 

This that getting to the money music 
(This that getting to the money music)

traumatized

swhen

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