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[Intro]
(There are just two more days until we say goodbye to 2014)
[Verse]
She tryna talk, but I'm not tryna talk 'cause the bitch so damn insane
Can't even remember, I smoke too much
Hit four G's straight to the motherfucking face
And just like Juice WRLD, I'm finna tell it straight, all these bitches the same
They finna say that they love you and cuff you
But they already fucked everyone in they lane
I already know how it feel, bro, you fall for a hoe
And then you finna feel all that pain
Pouring up Sprite in thе cup, then I get my lil' seal
And I'm finna makе that bitch rain
Maybe a blunt with straight Indica 'cause you already know
That's my favorite little strain
I don't really care about a bitch 'cause the bitches don't even develop
Not in they brain, they already talk about pussy
So I don't really know why they selling everything, on gang
I already know that my opps hella mad
'Cause we caught his little homie and his homie was gay
No wonder his ass tryna come dick suck
I already know his ass gon' get sprayed
His ass a loser, he calling me pussy in front of the bitches
'Cause he tryna get laid, I let him down with a pipe and a gun
She tryna fuck and I'm fighting with cunt
She tryna fuck 'cause she know I got funds
But I got bitches, I already got tons, so
(DJ)
(There are just two more days until we say goodbye to 2014)
(And welcome in the new year)
[Verse 2]
They didn't think imsg could do this, I know he mad as a bitch
He unequipped, you must feel like a motherfucking doofus
Way you doubted me, way that I proved it
Now you look dumb and real fucking stupid
He tryna look around, but he so clueless
And that bitch tryna act like cupid, tryna say that we meant to be
Told little bitch, yeah, you could stop that, don't really want no bitch referee
I was getting bands on me for the free like she tryna talk, but a hoe not me
Ayy, fuck your job and fuck your teacher
Fuck your church and fuck your preacher
Too much bands on, too much meters, too much bad hoes and they eaters
Th- Th- They keep talking, and talking and talking, but I just want sex
I got th- I got the bags in my hands when I'm walking, can't answer no texts
W- W- What you wanna talk about? I'm so direct, ha, I might flex
And I- And I'm not tryna go slow with no pecs, I'm tryna get some neck
(DJ)
[Outro]
Bih- Bih- Bih- Bih-
Bih-
(MLG Radio)
(There are just two more days until we say goodbye to 2014)
[Verse]
She tryna talk, but I'm not tryna talk 'cause the bitch so damn insane
Can't even remember, I smoke too much
Hit four G's straight to the motherfucking face
And just like Juice WRLD, I'm finna tell it straight, all these bitches the same
They finna say that they love you and cuff you
But they already fucked everyone in they lane
I already know how it feel, bro, you fall for a hoe
And then you finna feel all that pain
Pouring up Sprite in thе cup, then I get my lil' seal
And I'm finna makе that bitch rain
Maybe a blunt with straight Indica 'cause you already know
That's my favorite little strain
I don't really care about a bitch 'cause the bitches don't even develop
Not in they brain, they already talk about pussy
So I don't really know why they selling everything, on gang
I already know that my opps hella mad
'Cause we caught his little homie and his homie was gay
No wonder his ass tryna come dick suck
I already know his ass gon' get sprayed
His ass a loser, he calling me pussy in front of the bitches
'Cause he tryna get laid, I let him down with a pipe and a gun
She tryna fuck and I'm fighting with cunt
She tryna fuck 'cause she know I got funds
But I got bitches, I already got tons, so
(DJ)
(There are just two more days until we say goodbye to 2014)
(And welcome in the new year)
[Verse 2]
They didn't think imsg could do this, I know he mad as a bitch
He unequipped, you must feel like a motherfucking doofus
Way you doubted me, way that I proved it
Now you look dumb and real fucking stupid
He tryna look around, but he so clueless
And that bitch tryna act like cupid, tryna say that we meant to be
Told little bitch, yeah, you could stop that, don't really want no bitch referee
I was getting bands on me for the free like she tryna talk, but a hoe not me
Ayy, fuck your job and fuck your teacher
Fuck your church and fuck your preacher
Too much bands on, too much meters, too much bad hoes and they eaters
Th- Th- They keep talking, and talking and talking, but I just want sex
I got th- I got the bags in my hands when I'm walking, can't answer no texts
W- W- What you wanna talk about? I'm so direct, ha, I might flex
And I- And I'm not tryna go slow with no pecs, I'm tryna get some neck
(DJ)
[Outro]
Bih- Bih- Bih- Bih-
Bih-
(MLG Radio)