Anti

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[Intro] (Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?) (Nine9 made it) Christian Louboutin, my Christian (Beep, beep) I'm with slime, we chillin' (Beep, slime) Boy, you blind, I'm the villain I got racks to feed my children (Yeah) Beep, beep, beep Yeah, yeah Christian Louboutin, my Christi— [Verse] Bitch, praise up to your God (Yeah) With that chop, throw a lob (Chop) Gotta have two hoes, that's law (Law) Got like five pints, they on lock (Pint, mud) I'm in the stu', geeked up, locked (Yeah, yeah) Wanna doo-wop? Many Glocks (Glocks) Mr. Post Up On Your Block (Your block) I don't do shit for no blog (I don't do shit for no blog) Mix the red up, it fucked up my kidney (Ugh) Percocet, yeah, I take many (Yeah) Want a session? Come get with me (Come on) I'm in the back, still countin' up fifties (Skrrt) Spend half a brick on my vamp 'causе he bit me (Bit me) I ain't goin' down, I'ma takе the trap with me (With me) I'm in an SRT, not a Bentley (Skrrt) Me and my vamp not fuckin' friendly (Nah) What would you do for the bucks? (Beep, beep) I know what you would do for some love (Uh-huh) I know what I wouldn't do for your trust (Nope) I know what I would do for the plus (Plus) Where would I be at without the plug? (Plug) Told my whole team, "Go get stuck in the trap," now we all up (We up) Spilled my lean, I was in the backseat of the big body truck (Skrrt) I'm at Sky Club geeked as fuck, getting geeked as fuck (Yeah, yeah) Got a show, I won't show up 'less you drop them bucks (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Go ahead, pay that fee, yeah (Beep, yeah) I love money counter, beep, beep, yeah (Beep) Yeah, bitch, I'm big Osama, can't be me, yeah, nah [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Credits
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- OsamaSon
- Nine9