I ain't like them other nikkas, you see that I'm different
I creep on the late night, I stay on a mission
Got all types of different bytches
p*ssy wet and dripping, I feel like sipping
I eat the p*ssy with precision
6 rings, Jordan Pippen
I do gymnastics with a Brick and flip it
Money to the ceiling, no I ain't tripping
No conversation
These nikkas bytches be texting and sending emojis
But no I don't say shyt
He try to hang with the homies but tell on the gang
Boy you a straight bytch
And now your girl coming over give me that booty
Know it's amazing, loving these bytches
Got into trouble with bytches, can't fukk with these bytches
Run from the police picture that,
nikka I'm too fat
I fukk around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
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