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You like a born hater, you know, like myself, Man. You know, a lot of cats think they Hate, man, I mean, I'm mad, you know, I'm Mad at everything, man. You know, brother got a Nice car, man. Why you got a car, man? I only got one car. Why you got, why You got three cars for all that, man? That, man, that's played out, man. I hate on a till he's totally broke a-a-and Ain't got nothing like me. You know what I'm saying? 'Cause, uh, yeah, that's What real hating is all about. Uh, niggas ain't eating, they be starving A full Plate with the steak and the garlic Only difference Is a nigga going harder I was broke like Them, they was hating regardless Know we mad on Big dog, Lil' Pit Know we mad the hoe Choosing Lil' Pimp Bro, you playing, pour a four In that shit He tryna imitate, he know he Not this Oh, you mad? Y'all the same, man, I'm in my own lane The hoes gotta deal with me 'cause they know I want change Yeah, she said it's ice in My veins Yeah, cold-hearted Niggas calling up my Phone, tryna peace treat Man, I ain't tryna hear It, bitch, we kill beef Nigga bought a lil' Gun so he can feel street Niggas ain't pop Shit but a pill, please Yeah, man, You niggas ain't dangerous enough to be speaking on Me, boy, please Uh, don't you know I am The man with the plan and I touch bankroll With ease? Uh, and I see you tryna claim that bitch, Don't claim that hoe, that's skeez Uh, and we the type to snatch a nigga Up, don't give a fuck if he begging to Leave Uh, don't you know I had the bitch Tryna suck a nigga dick and I passed that Up? Uh, I'm the type of nigga take a couple Losses, I ain't tripping, get my cash back up In Dior, I'm scoring, fashion Pull up on your Block with a chop, you can have it Pull Up on your block with a Glock and a Mask Hop out the whip, no cock, just blast Yeah, type of situation make you shit on yourself You know you been a hating bitch if you Remember yourself Real niggas gon' respect me Regardless Probably mad 'cause I beat you up in The apartment Uh, I be laughing at these niggas, Man, these niggas is a joke, don't act like We don't know Yeah, and all you clown-ass niggas, Fake-down-ass niggas could be part of the show Yeah, Man, you niggas ain't dangerous enough to be Speaking on me, boy, please Uh, don't you know I am the man with The plan and I touch bankroll with ease? And I see you tryna claim that bitch, don't Claim that hoe, that's skeez Uh, and we the type to snatch a nigga Up, don't give a fuck if he begging to Leave Your bitch ass better call your big brother And we heard you called the police from your Mother Yeah, that's a fun fact Now you tryna Patch it up, boy, who does that? I really only got time for the Rollie I Really only shoot my shot like I'm Kobe Man, I really know niggas, they don't know me 'Cause If they knew me, they know they couldn't hold Me Yeah, might turn the heat up, I'm in A deep freeze I'm with a brown blonde bitch, No need leaks These niggas wanna play games, That's what it's finna be You niggas gotta do A lot to get rid of me, yeah Fuck, can't be serious, man These niggas crazier Than a motherfucker, dawg Man, you lame-ass nigga Know what's up with us, nigga Stop lying, Bitch Yeah, man, you niggas ain't dangerous enough Be speaking on me, boy, please Don't you know I am the man with the Plan and I touch bankroll with ease? And I see you tryna claim that bitch, don't Claim that hoe, that's skeez Uh, and we the type to snatch nigga up, Don't give a fuck if he begging to leave The Mob is a business, it's a way of Life
AFN Peso — Boy Please
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