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Artist: SG Batman

album: Nobody Safe


Bitch
Outwest 290 shit man, you already know how we rocking nigga
Solid gang, catch a muhfuckin body gang bitch
Bitch, Foenem
'Ima tell ya ass one time
Ain't gon' tell ya again (you only got one time)
Watch your body hit the floor, you don't die 'Ima shoot you again
(Shoot ya again)
This bitch pussy so good you know I had to fuck her again
('Ima fuck her again)
You wanna worry 'bout that hoe?
I'll bring your life to an end
Fuck I look like giving in to a title?
I just hit the bitch
Riding around I don't see my rivals
They ain't in this shit
I hit ya block and I rocket the whole thirty
Boy we empty shit
Now a nigga dead, everybody crying
Nigga save all that sympathy shit
I don't wanna hear 'bout yo problems
'Cause they ain't mine
When it's war time, all my hitters on the hunt full time
Got a nigga sent off
Got his life took tryna take mine
Street shit left me scarred
Pull a nigga card
Bet he can't pull mine
Double trigger on the nine
Blow his brains out, now I see what's on his mind
Nigga you ain't one of mine
You ain't solid gang, gotta hit you with that iron
You ain't [?] you be lying
Get extorted, now you gotta pay a fine
The bitch I came with fine
She know I'm a dog, that's why I hit it from behind
Pussy ass niggas doing shit for the clout
Said he want respect, boy you won't be getting mine
All them rented ass cars
Bogus ass credit, boy yo ass won't be renting mine
Bitch you know I ride around with Glocks
Riding fishbowl I ain't gotta tint mine
Ain't no fake it 'till you make it
Bitch it's greatness in the making
I ain't gotta cheat man
'Ima tell ya ass one time
Ain't gon' tell ya again (you only got one time)
Watch your body hit the floor, you don't die 'Ima shoot you again
(Shoot ya again)
This bitch pussy so good you know I had to fuck her again
('Ima fuck her again)
You wanna worry 'bout that hoe?
I'll bring your life to an end
Fuck I look like giving in to a title?
I just hit the bitch
Riding around I don't see my rivals
They ain't in this shit
I hit ya block and I rocket the whole thirty
Boy we empty shit
Now a nigga dead, everybody crying
Nigga save all that sympathy shit
I get in this shit
I be spending shit
That clip I finish it
Lil' Brodie witnessed it
'Ima walk down bitch I swear that never fail
I know some shit that I'll never tell
Them bullets hitting they hot as hell
5-5-6 make him flip like a cell
Free my lil' killer, they gave him an L
I wrap it up make an M in the mail
If I catch a rat, 'Ima cut off his tail
We pulling up and we dropping them shells
I put ops up top
I put the day one friend in the bop
I'm over the stove and I'm making it lock
Spin broad day bitch [?]
Bitch we love the beat, we don't never hide
It ain't over 'till a Nigga die
So much murder, make a nigga high
'Ima up the chopper, make a nigga fly
I'm a rich shooter, you just getting by
My handgun shoot french fries
She eat up the dick 'till she cry
Pay thirty-five, I can get you a pie
'Ima tell ya ass one time
Ain't gon' tell ya again (you only got one time)
Watch your body hit the floor, you don't die 'Ima shoot you again
(Shoot ya again)
This bitch pussy so good you know I had to fuck her again
('Ima fuck her again)
You wanna worry 'bout that hoe?
I'll bring your life to an end
Fuck I look like giving in to a title?
I just hit the bitch
Riding around I don't see my rivals
They ain't in this shit
I hit ya block and I rocket the whole thirty
Boy we empty shit
Now a nigga dead, everybody crying
Nigga save all that sympathy shit

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