(maytag knows that predicting the weather isn’t easy
Especially for a groundhog
But at 37% accuracy
That’s downright embarrasing
When people depend on you you have to give 110%
110% of the time)
I’m putting you up on a shirt do my laundry
Pushin the work for myself you be proud of me
Yo b#tch sure is and i’m up for the sodomy
Getting this dick while my choppa beside of me
My n#gg#s is willing to go take the shot for me
Gotta stay low, keep the police from lockin me
Dick in her brain cause she signed for lobotomy
If that’s yo main b#tch then why is she callin me
I put the pen to the paper a waiter (waiter)
I’m from south florida but i’m not a gator
Chrome in yo body, you not terminator
But make you go stupid i call you a mater
She bouncin up and down right on my dick like a fader
She is obsessed, she dm me to rate her
Likin my style and my freestyles, they hittin like jzr
n#gg#s always saying that i’m repeating the same flow
Why you f#ckin jealous that i ain’t pickin the sane flows
That these other n#gg#s be writin up in they lyrics that done makin all they tracks do the numbers like its a sink hole
People be whinin when i had did it on time
b#tch i need all the patience so i can put it online
But you b#tches keep cryin and always actin all tight
Man i’m sick of this sh#t on my mom its really on sight
Hush, i’m gettin close
My choppa spray on yo whip like a hose
Why do you b#tches be doin the most
If it’s all cappin then why do you boast
I swear to god you be cappin the most
You be cappin so much that i might have to post
And if i had to post then that means that you’re special
So let me not do that cause nah, you’re not special
You stay with that cappin, i stay with that action
I stay with the shooters, i stay with bazookas
That’s actually cap but i act like it’s true tho
We all acting tough but we duck and manuever
M-manuever
I move out the way
And she smell like manure
So she sh#tted, okay
Imma go on a tour
Imma go on vacay
And i got an ak
For you b#tches that wanna talk sh#t i’m away
And i’m only a minute away
Put that stick up
Stick it to your face
And i’m blasting a round
f#ck i wasted a case
But if anyone asks
I did not catch a case
H-h-hold up back the f#ck up
You know you are not a friend of me
Brother you just an enemy
What the f#ck are you telling me
f#cking a b#tch name emily
Throw it up like alinity
p#ssies say “you offended me”
Shut up you just a fan of me
Stay in your corner
You stay in your place
I got a round that’s the size of your face
p#ss# so good she lemme have a taste
Saying “hello” like i’m at pizza place
Why you throwing up gang
You were raised in the suburbs
Only 17 and we racking up numbers
I’m f#cking your main b#tch right under the covers
Lie to her face and i tell her i love her
To be honest i lied to them b#tches and told em i love em
I passed them down all the way to the bronem
They probably missin the way that i hold em
Now we don’t talk no more i cut the modem
n#gg#s don’t test me the way that i fold em
Money elastic the way that i mold em
I pulled right up on this p#ss# he say he ain’t say sh#t so watch how i quote em
(um, by the way
My last line, like my very last line
Is true for every single one of the exes that i have
So, if you’re my ex
f#ck you)
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