Privileges

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[Intro] (DaMazin Beats) Yeah [Verse 1] Uh, your bitch finally left you, aww, boo hoo (Aww) Ayy, I know you loved her pussy, 'cause we do too (Bang) Cali crud, get it through the mail like I'm Blue's Clues, yeah Acting tough, get yo' chain snatched like New New (Pussy) I don't want yo' bitch, I text her rat ass every blue moon Nigga, if it's money on the floor then I'ma push broom You won't catch me hanging round no nigga unless he knew Reub Yeah, fuck your brother, RIP my baby, gone too soon How ironic? She gave me them drawls for the free ball Tryna get these P's off, so they won't turn the heat off Ayy, bitch, we eating, got more slides than a play place Call Dom, finna go get high like the eighth grade (What' up my nigga?) Blowed as hell, talking that code on JPay, ayy Tryna get my cake up like it's a rain day, ayy Got that 4-0 on me, like straight A's Chase a nigga with this big bitch like he Dae Dae (Boom-boom-boom) [Chorus] Ayy (What?) Bitch, don't call me by my government (Hell no) Ayy, you don't get them privileges like my other bitch Ayy, if I didn't fuck the bitch, Monty fucked the bitch (Monty fucked the bitch) Ayy, Draco sitting in the corner, it's on punishment (Gang gang) Yeah, I don't care how bad you is, this how I judge a bitch Ayy, fuck yo' pussy, is you really, can you suck a dick? Ayy, sir, my card don't swipe, you gotta punch this shit (Type it in) Let this chopper off, watch y'all fall like the London Bridge (Buh-buh-buh-buh) [Verse 2] I can't hang around new niggas, all this dirt I did (I can't) 'Cause I don't know who niggas know, who might want revenge You can die strapped, it's all about who get the upper hand (For real) Knock a nigga wig off like Juwanna Mann (Buh buh) Ayy, fuck clothes, I only pack bitcoins On the phone with Amazon, using my white man voice (Hello?) Light yo' block up, Merry Christmas, we got big toys Put some bread on a nigga head like Big Boy's, ayy Online shopping with yo bitch, in the Uber blowed Punch was only 10 dollars, but it's going through fasho' Yeah, leave a rapper in the bag like a Tootsie Roll (Pow-pow) Pop it at your head like the Colts winning the Super Bowl (Ah-ah-ah) Ayy, smokin' Texas, trippin' in the studio Still doing fraud, hit the mall, I need two of those Niggas only hard when that heat on them like cookie dough (The only time) Catch 'em lacking, I feel bad cause G do the most (G Money) Ayy, strapped in your city, pussy, tap in (Nigga, tap in) All these punches, all these slides, feel like Jack Chan Who you shoot? You ain't got no body, you like Pac-Man Fuck a bitch, write a book about it, like the best man (Ha-ha) My bitch punch more than me, she find the best bands (On God) Because of her, the store by me, don't take Netspend (On God) I fell off a hundred times tryna stack ten (Yeah) But I'm a made man like Jeffery off Fresh Prince Out at KY with T-man they love my accent (My nigga Hitman) Out in the O, just met Rose for a cash flip Facts bitch, I just sold a dream to a rat bitch (Facts) I bust and I'm a whole different person, I'm a catfish (Ayy) [Chorus] Ayy (What?) Bitch, don't call me by my government (Hell no) Ayy, you don't get them privileges like my other bitch Ayy, if I didn't fuck the bitch, Monty fucked the bitch (Monty fucked the bitch) Ayy, Draco sitting in the corner, it's on punishment (Gang gang) Yeah, I don't care how bad you is, this how I judge a bitch Ayy, fuck yo' pussy, is you really, can you suck a dick? Ayy, sir, my card don't swipe, you gotta punch this shit (Type it in) Let this chopper off, watch y'all fall like the London Bridge (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
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Credits
- Writers
- Cash Kidd