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she's not mine - ak 5ifty4our lyrics

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b*tch, i copped a band, yeah, b*tch, and i did it again
i just slid over on this b*tch, i f*ckin’ her friend
i just slide on your muhf*ckin’ block in a benz
just k!lled your gang, they not my kind, they not my kin
we pull up on your block, yeah, then we wipe
you think this some internet sh*t, this ain’t skype
i hop up on the stage, yeah, the crowd getting hype
i’m in this hoe with my b*tch, feel like bonnie and clyde

i’m up in this b*tch, yeah, you know how we does it
i asked him if he got money but i already know he doesn’t
they asked me how many b*tches that i got, i said, “a dozen”
he wanna f*ck with me, yeah, b*tch, i done k!lled his cousin
i’m slidin’ on this b*tch with the fire
that b*tch sucked my wood, feel like ply
i feel like evil knievel, that b*tch finna die
that boy smoke a whole blunt, that muhf*cker’ fried

hit that b*tch with the smoke
your whole gang been knowin’ the glock, i tote
you and your gang, they ain’t none of my folks
i just k!lled your gang and i hit that afro

b*tch, i copped a band, yeah, b*tch, and i did it again
i just slid over on this b*tch, i f*ckin’ her friend
i just slide on your muhf*ckin’ block in a benz
just k!lled your gang, they not my kind, they not my kin
we pull up on your block, yeah, then we wipe
you think this some internet sh*t, this ain’t skype
i hop up on the stage, yeah, the crowd getting hype
i’m in this hoe with my b*tch, feel like bonnie and clyde
i feel like bonnie and clyde, i feel like i’m finna die
i feel like i’m finna slide on the gang, yeah, f*ck your guys
i just dropped the oxy’, yeah, b*tch, i cried
i told the b*tch she can’t change me, i already tried
i told the b*tch, yeah, i see the vision
yeah, i see the vision, yeah, i see the vision
yeah, i see the vision, yeah, i see the vision
you can’t f*ck with ‘cause this glock, it’s got extensions

hit that b*tch with the smoke
your whole gang been knowin’ the glock, i tote
you and your gang, they ain’t none of my folks
i just k!lled your gang and i hit that afro

b*tch, i copped a band, yeah, b*tch, and i did it again
i just slid over on this b*tch, i f*ckin’ her friend
i just slide on your muhf*ckin’ block in a benz
just k!lled your gang, they not my kind, they not my kin
we pull up on your block, yeah, then we wipe
you think this some internet sh*t, this ain’t skype
i hop up on the stage, yeah, the crowd getting hype
i’m in this hoe with my b*tch, feel like bonnie and clyde

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