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The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' Proper-talking, bitch A nigga got pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back What they say 'bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick) Jordan number five, Gucci man, I'm still alive (whoa) Domino, vamanos, pull up with a pie (domo) Middle finger with the five, fuck the GBI (fuck 'em) Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (sip) Matty with the eye, call me Patty with the pies (Patty) I'm comin' ov', on the stove, look like I'm whippin' rocks (skrrt) Fuck her lookin in her eye, then I tell a lie I'm leaving now, don't tell her why, I just tell her "Bye" (bye) Club full of side-hoes, giving the side-eye (side) Pull up murk the parking lot, call it a drive-by (grrah) She tired of the small-fry, she want the big guy (s'Gucci) It's a lot of niggas snitchin', lot of niggas telling lies (liar) Letras de cancionesA nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back What they say 'bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick) From Letras Mania