K-pop Lyrics

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I don't know what you take me for ho
Wop wop
I ain't goin' for it
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Young nigga rich nigga
I'm a bad bitch getter
Fuck nigga hoe nigga
I don't fuck with broke niggas
Always held my own
Since I jumped up off the porch nigga
You ain't know now you know nigga
Hi tec pour a four nigga
Bitch roll me my sack before I come in
80 thousand dollars plus a jet
On a backend
Twenty twin twins finna
Z get plucked like a chicken
Brother locked up
He spent much time in the kitchen
We ain't really with none of
That pretendin' and shit
I got six catholic hoes
In here sinnin' and shit
Pour that shit up bust it down
Bought a new crib
It got several amenities
You gon' get shot like the kennedys
Fuckin' with lil boat and yb
Carbon it sound like a dump truck
Soon as I up he gon' back up
She wanna fuck I'ma smash her
He want a verse I'ma tax him
Say you want smoke it ain't 'bout nothing
I know that nigga ain't 'bout nothing
Bring out the boat when the flood coming
Strapped with a tec when you pull up on me
I'm with the 38 baby
My neck see more water than the navy
I was finna fuck your bitch
My nigga then I got lazy
I saw your new watch
That shit cool but my shit crazy
Canary yellow diamonds in my mouth
Like I bit a daisy
I'm with lil baby yeah keep a 380 yeah
I'm with big slime yeah
You know we goin' brazy yeah
17 with four babies yeah
Lotta money know they hate me yeah
One on four they try to play me yeah
Shoot his ass right up in here
Diamonds they shine like a headlight
I keep that lil' bitch off her head right
I'ma lay up and fuck on her every night
When I'm leavin'
I'm headin' straight to the flight
Got a tiger but no I'm not mike tyson
Scuff in the club like fight night
I make that lil' ho act right
I tell that bitch fuck up my sack right
Put that lil bitch on a spirit flight
Return her next to me one night
We running and ducking from squad lights
I got 32 shots in the gun fight
These niggas sweet like a honey bun
Don't worry 'bout where my money from
At the crib on the couch
We got huntin' guns
Dissect his hand from
His other arm
Young nigga rich nigga
I'm a big bag getter
Bitch nigga snitch nigga
Never met a real nigga
Never had six figures
My bitch do tricks nigga
I go by lil boat and I'm coolin'
With some real hittas
Whip on the wrist
That's a brick on the fist nigga
No light needed for this chain
It's gon' glist nigga
Vs one stone
That shit not far from flawless
Fuck a pretty bitch nigga
My money gorgeous bitch