Germ

"Come Round Me"

n*gga don’t come round me
Talking that lame sh*t
Spook gang money clique
Bang sh*t
Rip you apart
Like I’m Jason
Air dis b*tch out
Like Payton
f*ck is you saying

n*gga don’t come round me
Talking that lame sh*t
Spook gang money clique
Bang sh*t
Rip you apart
Like I’m Jason
Air dis b*tch out
Like Payton
f*ck is you saying



Riding round town with dat laser
10 toes down on that paper
Give a f*ck bout a hater
200 bags in a trailer
Tryna buy mama dem acres
Whatever that’s player
At Dese boys head like a taper
Build this sh*t up like a mason
n*ggas not playing
f*cking hoe but she basic
Plastic, Internet nasty
I Had to replace her
Used to be broke
Got my cake up
Waffles wit the head
When I wake up
Slam in a hoe
I dont Lay up
Thick light skin hoe
No make up
He say he killer
Ima wast em
My n*ggas only fight cases
Down talk a n*gga
Then change up
You pus*y I see how u playing
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