Lyrics: Andile Radebe
Music: Andile Radebe
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all these lame hoes hit my phone like they wanna kiss me
thought y’all niggas ate, y’all so soggy I like crispy
And that shawty really cheated on me now she tryna miss me
Aint no broke boy this shit aint no lean cause it’s whiskey
And it’s yung scott spell that shit with 2 capital T’s
You ain’t mess with me back then you girl tryna mess with me like nigga please
And i’m really tryna get that money but this not no GMG
And you niggas tryna see me fall but you can never get to me
Tryna talk to me bout free business i won’t get back cause aint shit free
And your niggas aint on nothing y’all just chatting because talk is cheap
Talk is cheap
It could be free
Talk to me and pay a fee
Cast a spell, “nanny mcphee”
Yeah i said it’s cool tho
No dababy but i’m kujo
She ain’t yours cause she a groupie hoe
She ain’t yours cause she a crew hoe
Nah She ain’t yours cause she’s a dick host
I’m clutching metal my hand on my pole
Nah this aint za your brother caught the smoke
Aint need nobody cause i’m all alone
nah please Don’t text me nah don’t hit my phone
I got Designer yea i’m rocking chrome
Aint need to hear all of the bull shit cause i’m focused yeah i’m in my zone
I got 2 glocks put that shit together call it chrome to chrome
They call me tupac I hit em up now niggas tryna catch the smoke
yung scott yeah i might just have to put this chrome up to your dome
Might be destroyed but these niggas “never ever” had to call me “lone”
She told you that she loyal saw her at the club spinning around the pole
I run the game, I own the game, I got this shit under control
You think you safe looking at your life it’s looking like it took a toll
Put a price right on that nigga 50 bands bring me back his toe
Imma get up by my lonely I won’t have to sell my f**king soul
Oh you think that shawty loyal really never thought she had a “home”
Shawty beefin with me cause she never had a home to call her own
I low-key aint been missing, seems like a young nigga on a roll
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