40E40E - 1st quarter

Energy, man. That's one
Woo
Fuck
Okay

Fuck
How you want to do
Nigga let me get a groove
Really out my mind so fuck this shit, so I'm gonna do it too

Taking like too long on this shit so I'm gonna rap it up
I don't give a fuck about this bitch, I told her back it up
Get this money today so I'm gonna rack so I'm gonna stack it up
Most of these niggas lame so I don't talk so I don't listen

These niggas be really lame and they ain't really buy no pippin
And I ain't paying for no coochie so why the fuck you out here living
I'm different, I'm really talking real head collisions
I done seen this shit today, these niggas walking out the kitchen

I could've fucked these hoes when we was talking about the bridges
I could've got some more when we was talking about the fifties
Fuck em
Man

Okay
Let me switch the flow up, might just pick your hoe up
I'ma knock up on the door and she gon' pick up, throat up
Give a fuck about your, yeah

Don't give a fuck about your bro, I tell 'em pick is fro up
Niggas really bold, I'll tell them pick his hoe up
Niggas really know I'm really, really on my own
Damn

I just
Fuck
I'm tripping on this one
For real

Yeah
Yeah I'm back up in this bitch you know I gotta do it
I'm the coldest in the city, I'm the best, the influence
Niggas really what, they really did it, but he ain't really do it

So how the fuck you saying him and we be talking music
Cause you niggas say you did it, but you, y'all ain't really living it
So I said how you, y'all don't give a hens a man, fuck
Yeah

Fuck up nigga, fuck up nigga
Fuck up nigga, fuck up nigga, fuck up nigga
What
What

Fuck

Written by:
Michael Strange

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