Lyrical Excercise lyrics

by

4L JAVI


[Verse 1]
I don't talk like this but you got me in my zone
And I get a good feelin' when you tap into my phone
Like a newborn baby I can't wait to take you home
I would still choose you even if you had a clone
I'm the n*gga that's gone listen to your problems
Real raw but I f*ck you with these condoms
I'm the open ear but they don't listen to me
These gold chains just don't glisten to me
Last b*tch did me foul but I'm past that
I can't stress over a b*tch wit my heart, you can't match that
And her new n*gga is b*tch and I know he gone hear this
I know I gotta sample in this b*tch, I ain't gone clear this
Up a couple bands but I tuck it like I'm broke
I won't let you stand up if you take me as a joke
I be playin dumb wit these b*tches, I ain't got it
All these hoes foldin on me, they ain't even caught it
Sittin' in her Audi, you would think I bought it
I almost killed that n*gga, I ain't do it but I thought it

[Verse 2]
n*ggas actin' blind, but they b*tches wanna see me
Better act fast before the price go up on TV
Me and Thirty talk life and where we would be
Workin' hard as f*ck to get where we should be
Finally found sumn good and i bet not f*ck it up
Cause these b*tches on me tough, but they bet not f*ck it up
Cause we up next and they wanna f*ck wit us
4L to yo b*tch cause you know she run it up
And if it's up then it's stuck
f*ck yo b*tch wit my thumb in her butt
She screaming loud, she can feel me in her gut

But I'm gone out that stage
My new b*tch hold me down like a dog in his cage
And I met her Insta but I won't post her on my page
Young n*gga but I love when these b*tches got some age
b*tch say she gotta couple M's, imma marry her
Get her pregnant, make her have my children and carry em
Free Biggs, RIP Woo
I f*ck with the D
Sada Baby Cash Kidd, them n*ggas coo
In this b*tch throwin' 4's but it's 3 of us
b*tch n*gga mad he can't be wit us
We move different, mysterious
Think he can touch us, goddamn he delirious
Brought my cousin to this sh*t
But he bang bloods in this b*tch
Ain't no love in this b*tch
We ain't huggin' n sh*t
Mean muggin' off whatever in my cup
Grab my nuts, look him in his eyes and say wassup
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