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Emo Thug
Yung Bans
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Where the fuck I been?
They pre-dope the lotto
Free my ex out
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Like where the fuck I even came from?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Before I spend a bag, I go get another one
Disrespect your play, I don't give no fucks if you my brother's son
When I swipe my card, I swipe it twice, gotta get my brother one
You know that I came in with my shooter, he gon' off or somethin'
You know I been fiendin' for them drugs
Really, I been fiendin' for your love
Flat feet with my stick, emo thug
If you cross this shit, then that shit, don't care what it was
Yeah, it'll never be what it was
Yeah, my brother just blown up steam, get it done
Takin' everything come with it when it come
Yeah, niggas try this shit, we get it in blood
Take a chance and roll the dice, all my diamonds coated ice
Coated ice, coated ice, all my diamonds coated
My brother told me if you could fuck her once
You know that you could smash her twice
This is new Illuminati and you'll never be a part of it
When I swipe my card, I swipe it twice, gotta get my brother one
You know that I came in with my shooter, he gon' off or somethin'
You know I been fiendin' for them drugs
Really, I been fiendin' for your love
Flat feet with my stick, emo thug
If you cross this shit, then that shit, don't care what it was
All my bitches, they first place, no runner-up
That boy hoppin', I shoot that stick like double Dutch
I go this way, he go that way, double cut
Slim waist, pretty face, I don't give a fuck 'bout a bubble butt
I'm the quarterback to put the play together, now we gotta huddle up
They take the guns out north, fuck a plane, gotta shuttle bus
These niggas talk too much, got something that'll shut 'em up
Two hoes, one at a time, now I gotta do it double for
I been fiendin' for your love for a while now
And these bitches treat me like a king, I make 'em bow down
I feel like Nick Cannon with these hoes, I got 'em wildin' out
I lay all this shit right on the table, they tryna steal the style
New whip, ayy, wipe it down
Tell her what you need, she get it right now
Keep it on repeat, ain't gotta lie now
Brought the beast back, she turned a spy now
Send a paragraph so I know my location
Had the bitch out at the Hampton
Trapped the bitch out 'til the day's end
Now you check a bitch, I had to pipe her down
I was low on my list, I had to write it down