Thinkin like

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[Intro] (I really like to use cash) [Verse] Thinking like a Haitian, chop him up, I'm tryna kill that boy Baby, I ain't faking when I tell you I got some army guns We been mothafuckin' tripping when they took that boy Told my brother don't even slip, you better keep that gun Love my drip, she love my attire Big ole blood you can send me the rivals I don't give a fuck, Ima keep on popping like a fucking riot Zaza hit our fucking nose, swear that bitch done hit the floor And I keep that fucking pole, every city I fucking go Now what you on? You ain't know that boy was gon pop it I had told that nigga [?] And I told that bitch I'm a vulture I might fuck her on the floor, might fuck her ass in the ocean I might fuck her on the stove Huh, yeah, I'm a slime boy Nigga, I be wiping niggas nose, and don't know what I'm on I ain't been no creature, I ain't been no leacher Bitch, you know I'm venus I'm hot when I got that nina Huh, he's a mothafuckin' cockblocker Told that nigga quit playing, cause Ima fuck on his wife And I, It slow it down, I had to bring it back I told my bra don't be thugging out here, just to chase them fucking racks Take care of your family, take care of your mans Me and my nigga [?] we gon get on his ass, ah
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- Slime Dollaz