Solo Cypher lyrics

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These hoes not f*ckin with me n*gga on my momma blood

RIP Nut still remember everything you taught us
See us getting money now b*tch don't call us
EDD got all these hoes swearing they ballers
I been hitting the road for that sh*t and that's on mommas

If you don't f*ck with me then why the f*ck I'm being brought up?
Ten bands down the drain, I'm trynna clean my lil charge up
Saks fifth, and Neiman Marcus trynna swipe these cards up
I seen three of my n*ggas at nine star finna get caught up (damn)

We got hunnids we got fifties we got dubs in here
Me and my b*tches dripped down b*tch it's a flood in herе
Between me and Ty you know we got that mud in hеre, big blunts in here and if my n*ggas near you know it's guns in here

What's the tea? I heard these b*tches out here sharing bags
You hoes ain't poppin in real life ya'll taking care of tags
Keeping receipts so ya'll could take a pic and take it back
You gotta do all that? You should've left that sh*t where it was at, aye

I ain't been f*cking with these n*ggas I been laying back
But its this one n*gga I want and we been playing tag
Was too excited and f*cked it up, damn, That's my bad
I ain't gone ever f*ck it up again, he take me back
Damn! I done let this n*gga turn me to a simp
Stupid b*tch, What the f*ck you doing? Posed to be a Pimp
Damn I slipped, f*ck a n*gga feelings Posed to be keep it lit
Player sh*t, On a n*gga Get that di*k and then you dip aye

Could always have him in my court don't get it wrong silly
But I ain't trynna give these n*ggas sh*t they want from me
I got a n*gga doing time that's coming home to me
If I go broke I got some n*ggas bringing loafs to me aye

I got a n*gga that's gone come behind my wrong doing
I got a n*gga make me feel it in my soul n*gga
I got a n*gga all he want to do Is throat pus*y
Really wouldn't need a man if I could eat my own pus*y, b*tch

At Union Square I'm trynna find some drip on a b*tch
This rap sh*t been bringing in them chips, f*ck a hit
n*gga, f*ck a hit aye but I'll still run up in some sh*t

Aye

Why the f*ck these b*tches always speaking on me damn
I don't even want yo n*gga I was f*cking on his friend

HI MODED
Could always have my patna get yo man
But what the f*ck you was gone do b*tch even If it was yo man
I'm just saying
All ya'll b*tches betta pipe down
I got enough money to get yo gang wiped out
I'm sending b*tches home early street lights out
Then I'll go and call me --- up and eat or suck my life out

Every time I'm with that n*gga make him eat eat
Just dropped a four up in this Fanta b*tch I can't see
All these drugs I gotta take just to get sleep

It's still money on the M RIP C, b*tch