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SkinnyBoi CJ
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SkinnyBoi (Viktor)
(MD, you're my favorite) yo
Totin' the wide at the hip, I can't handle what's ahead of me
Fake ass nigga with jealousy, won't break no sweat, no energy
Everybody know that I'm going through something, but I choose not to let them see
So I stay scrapped with felonies, callin' after you, no letter V
Can't pick up every jail card, know some niggas who can't go pay they mailbox
We don't go through the same 24, some things I might not tell ya, feel my fans
They all I got, stick to the plan, draw down the plot, know where we stand
At least I thought a helping hand don't need a lot
I don't need niggas, I do it myself lil' nigga, I'm good
Pulled off the lot, went straight to the hood
Me and my dawg keep shittin' on the stud
I woke up this morning and realized I made my bitch look amazing
I'm makin' her family proud
Niggas been jockin' my, jockin' my swag, I'm on the switch, I'm styled
Niggas be sleepin' on wide awake, if I don't got none, got time to date
Like too fat, but it's not a race
Either speed up or find a pace
Tell me why I don't tweak it, you're my partner for a reason
Turned your back, I peaked, you leave
I'll meet your doom, don't need no greeting
Work so hard, I don't got no weekend
Fake-ass folk come around, I swear
Try my bed, but I'm still not sure
Unemployed pills, ho, the drugs don't work
If you play with fire, then that guy burns
Like Special Ed, some folks don't learn
Swim with your head, nice ass on the shirt
Don't tell me how to feel, you don't know my hurt
My dudes probably mad I ain't been inside a church
Touchin' dog shit like I own a pet
Been there, niggas, since a little era, nigga
I guess I just ain't know it yet
Why you had time out on the set?
For a performance, they ain't gon' clap for you
They gon' get in that yo, before a car, so I guess it's a wrap for you
Totin' the wide at the hip, I can't handle what's ahead of me
Fake ass nigga with jealousy, won't break no sweat, no energy
Everybody know that I'm going through something, but I choose not to let them see
So I stay scrapped with felonies, callin' after you, no letter V
Can't pick up every jail card, know some niggas who can't go pay they mailbox
We don't go through the same 24, some things I might not tell ya, feel my fans
They all I got, stick to the plan, draw down the plot, know where we stand
At least I thought a helping hand don't need a lot
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