lememne* lyrics

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[Verse]
Get dropped with a handheld
I buy drugs, don't sell
Know that's your girl, don't care
Lookin' down at y'all from my hotel
Keep sh*t true, don't tell
Beat yo' ass, put you all over them thumbnails
He mad, I'on really wanna text you
Yeah I got her box so I stretch him
Girl wanna suck, yeah, that's cute
I got a three in a black, I blank you (Flrrr)
He 'bout to pass out, packed you, say he spinned back then shoot at yo' tattoo (Flrrr)
I got some problems with rats too, let's trap out so they f*ckin' catch you (Flrrr)
Sock a n*gga like I'm Deku
I pop a n*gga like a ferret or raccoon
Yeah, I'll put her in bezels If she treat herself like a temple (Flrrr)
n*gga movin' like ET, yeah, he was ridin' on a bike, had to put 'em in the air
I'm not that stupid, yeah, I was walkin' in fye while poppin' my sh*t, yeah
I had to cut off this ho that I'm with, I'm gettin' tired of that sh*t, yeah
Give me my money, tryna get [?] he was lyin' and sh*t, yeah
I'm gettin' high, yeah, you can hear it in my voice gettin' tired and sh*t, yeah
I'm [?], I got my Glock in my bag like tactical knife
You was so real, real, how you just change overnight?
I wanna chill, chill, yeah, [?]
Poppin' these pill, pill, got me just skippin' the time
No, don't do no drill, hell, I thought it was bigger than that (Yeah, damn)
I know that that pus*y is pink
Yeah, her sh*t pinker than Pat
If a n*gga try to put
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Mm, if a n*gga park— mm-mm
Put this Glock to yo' back
Torture, like all the things I could do to you, I'm over here fantasizing
Me and my n*ggas [?] like [?]
Y'all hear all the shots
I'm a fascist, I was tryna jugg you
This ARP's on your heart, b'
How many rounds? I give her ass bookoo
She tryna tap on me
I can make any b*tch squirt if she lemme
Baby girl, throw back, mm—
I don't gotta check, I know it already
My ho thick as f*ck
Yeah, she got good pus*y, yeah, I can sex it
Take yo' dress off you look too good, let's f*ck to fame
I ain't even know I made a quick-quick [?]
Now I need to find [?] 'cause you guys keep [?]
Bro wanna fight, Mike Tyson [?]
And yo' b*tch [?] with a [?]
And if you think you gettin' off lemme dump my mag
Tom Cruz like I made a movie, I'm 'bout that action
Yeah, I start clappin' when yo' gun start clackin'
Run right, n*gga, yeah, [?]
I can't trust these b*tches 'cause these b*tches be plastic
Sorry boy but I got dogs that'll attack you
I can see through yo' tint, you not slick
If you stiff with them sticks, yeah, we hurry to lash you
I don't wanna know if I catch you lackin'
Ain't [?] if we catch you back (Flrrr), ayy
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