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Miss Me wit' the B.S.
J. Stalin
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Robin and Jackie niggas be playing both sides
I can't trust you if you can't look me in my eyes
Big banger on me, the element of surprise
Niggas do a lot of talking, but they ain't ready to slide
This the live, wild, mild, we rich and that's on God
Niggas hating on the kid, but I love it, so keep trying
I'ma keep flying, let you pussies keep dying
Airplane J, I'm in another city all the time
I tell a missy what the bullshit
I fuck around and send my chauffeur to pick up your bitch
I done seen a lot of murders, but I'm stingly
I done seen a lot of murders, but I'm stingly
Ahan, I tell a missy what the bullshit
I fuck around and send my chauffeur to pick up your bitch
I done seen a lot of murders, but I'm stingly
I done seen a lot of murders, but I'm stingly
Nigga, I ain't with the bullshit (no, no, no)
So miss me with the bullshit
Anywhere I go, I keep four o'clock
'Cause niggas be on that bullshit
Bitches on my top, bitches on my top
Suckers on the block, know I got a clock
Beanie caps, pink coats, all that
I'm beating niggas down with a baseball bat
I'm having revenues, I'm getting paid for
Lil' Cyrus motherfucker with an attitude
Sally Brock's on the block, I should've stayed at school
But I was chillin' on the corner with a big ass tube
Negative tases, nigga, mellow mood
Got traffic round the corner from the dog food
My mama don't want me to do it, but that's the life I choose
Get caught slippin', they gon' put your ass on the news
I'm in the Cypress parking lot, I'm rockin' all of my children
Got these bitches with us, they just wanna see how we do
We ain't bullshittin', we got guns on us
Nigga pocket full of money, we got funds on us
And God I trust, and then it's pack, I push
'Cause DMX told me shorty couldn't eat no books
I'm sayin' God I trust, and then it's pack, I push
'Cause DMX told me shorty couldn't eat no books
Nigga, I ain't with the bullshit (no, no, no)
So miss me with the bullshit
Anywhere I go, I keep it full clip
'Cause niggas be on that bullshit
Bitches on my top, bitches on my top
Suckers on the block, know I got a clock
Beanie caps, pink coats, all that
I'm beatin' niggas down with a baseball bat
I ain't with the chit-chat, nigga, watch your mouth
Before I knock your ass down and catch a flight to the south
Kept a chopper down my couch where I lay my head
Some of my closest niggas dead, so the trust is gone
I be on my murder ship waitin' outside your home
Black gloves and a beanie, pink coat and a skin mask
Cypress Village, nigga, got the game for big jazz
I don't do the talkin', I just squeeze and blast
If you out here snitchin', they gon' kill your ass (kill your ass)
Money in the trash bag represent the dope gang
I don't fuck with your suckers 'cause they all lame
I just bought a Beamer and put that bitch in my mama's name
Nigga, you ain't never sold cocaine
You ain't never took no weed on no airplane
Nigga, you ain't never sold no cocaine
And you ain't never took no weed on no airplane
Nigga, I ain't with the bullshit (no, no, no)
So miss me with the bullshit
Anywhere I go, I keep a four o'clock
'Cause niggas be on that bullshit
Bitches on my top, bitches on my top
Suckers on the block, know I got a clock
Beanie caps, pink coats, all that
I'm beatin' niggas down with a baseball bat
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