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Bitch watch yo mouth, don’t want no beef, you ain’t affiliated (hell nah) Ain’t getting no money, ain’t talking that bag, then we can’t do relations (relations) I went to sleep and woke up rich, I had to chase the paper (bands) I’m taking spots what it cost, can’t do no bitch no fucking favors These bitches be dumb, these bitches not affiliated (yeah) Hundred on my drum, my niggas all affiliated (gang) These girls my sons, I made that ho ain’t got no apron (bitch) On sight don’t run, I’m sorry this how savage raised me (aye) Play if you want, try me I’ll get violated Fuck that charge, and fuck them cases I hit first, ain’t got no patience Gimmie mine, bitch I ain’t waiting This life real, no time for faking It’s in my blood, the streets that’s where I graduated When I go on tour, my shit sold out, I’m still hood though What you waiting for, wanna run up, wish you would though I gotta get more, I got my pedal to the floor Yeah I’ll mop up all you bitches, like I’m atcha doing chores (bitch) Bitch watch yo mouth, don’t want no beef, you ain’t affiliated Ain’t getting no money, ain’t talking that bag, then we can’t build relations I went to sleep and woke up rich, I had to chase the paper I’m from the streets where the cops can’t do no bitch no fucking favors These bitches be dumb, these bitches ain't affiliated Hundred on my drum, my bitches all affiliated SongtexteThese hoes my sons, I made that ho ain’t got no apron On sight don’t run, ain’t sorry this how Boynton raised me This how savage raised me, so I had to run my bands up He like how I’m popping shit, I might just hit his mans up (mans) Haters I’m not walking with, these bitches they can’t stand us (what, what) Blowing Cantaloupe, I’m smoking dope can’t catch no cancer Heart attack bitches see me running shit, I’m on yo ass No cartin' back, ain’t no back and front with me the doll, yeah cause I started that (started that bitch) Go against the princess out of luck, ain’t got no heart attached All my bitches ride, homicide reload the semi strap Bitch watch yo mouth, don’t want no beef, you ain’t affiliated (hell nah) Ain’t getting no money, ain’t talking that bag, then we can’t build relations (relations) I went to sleep and woke up rich, I had to chase the paper (bands) I’m taking spots what it cost, can’t do no bitch no fucking favors These bitches be dumb, these bitches not affiliated (yeah) Hundred on my drum, my bitches all affiliated (gang) These hoes my sons I made that ho ain’t got no apron (bitch) On sight don’t run, ain’t sorry this how Boynton raised me (aye) Bitch mad she ain’t affiliated (hahaha) Bitch mad. Fuck is they talking about gang in this bitch period Dumb ass hoe Ha dummy, haha Gang! Aus Songtexte Mania