Lyrics

It's Just As I Expected Rockstar made Lil bitch I'm fucking tough Them niggas hate But nah I can't complain I'm chasing cash And I don't got no shame I'm really bad Lil bitch I'm fucking bad Get hit with a tech Lil nigga Get with a Glock Lil nigga you really dead That boy was a fucking hoe That Bøy once snitched on the gang He can't get away like that I see the darkness now They'll never fool me now She wanna fuck a young so bad because I'm cool and shit Swear my new girl hot like fire need a cooling kit Yea I drip so hard I keep that gun it's part of my fit Call my choppa Bruce Lee Run up on me and get kicked Swear that i need me Porsche Fuck on that bitch never she was yours She hit me up everyday She like wan I told her of course I know why these niggas mad These niggas mad cause I'm lit like a torch A young nigga grind everyday I'm tryna get money and drip like Voss Rockstar made Lil bitch I'm fucking tough Them niggas hate But nah I can't complain I'm chasing cash And I don't got no shame I'm really bad Lil bitch I'm fucking bad Get hit with a tech Lil nigga Get with a glock Lil nigga you really dead That boy was a fucking hoe The boy once was snitched on the gang He can't get away like that I see the darkness now They'll never fool me now Let's go to war I'm busy lil mama don't call Get hit with a five Keep it tucked so you better not try Make a nigga fly can't see his ass he's way too high yeah Make a nigga fly can't see his ass he's way too high Let's go to war (War) I'm busy lil mama don't call (Call) Get hit with a five (Five) Keep it tucked so you better not try (Try) Make a nigga fly can't see his ass he's way too high yeah Make a nigga fly can't see his ass he's way too high yeah Get hit with five He was tripping thought he be fly (nah nah nah) We get em racks and we all the ones who fly as hell Rockstar made Pulled up done drop no debate (woah woah) I get to 'em racks Stack up lil bitch stay away (nah nah) Need no love I cannot shit never last been insane I dont need no drama Do it all this shit for my brothers I get a lil trauma When i'm not stacking non of these commas Shout to my brothers All my niggas stay true each other Let's go to war I'm busy lil mama don't call Get hit with a five Keep it tucked so you better not try Make a nigga fly can't see his ass he's way too high yeah Make a nigga fly can't see his ass he's way too high Let's go to war (War) I'm busy lil mama don't call (Call) Get hit with a five (Five) Keep it tucked so you better not try (Try) Make a nigga fly can't see his ass he's way too high yeah Make a nigga fly can't see his ass he's way too high yeah
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