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we had a deal - father lyrics

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[intro]
uh, yeah
mhm, uh huh
yeah
awful records
yeah

[verse 1]
n-ggas got it out the mud
all you n-ggas is some studs
all your hoes catchin’ nuts
but i’m not one to judge
keep the white like mcflurry
plug call me pill murray
i’ve been drinkin’ on some bourbon
n-gga sick as f-ck, slurrin’
got two h-rns like bruce wayne
naked, f-ckin’ on your boo thang
f-ck her in the -ss like hussain
feel like hov get a new lane
red cup, red cup
f-ck around, boy, get your head busted
redrum, redrum
f-ckin’ your ho, got her head sprung

[chorus]
i can’t roll a blunt, but i can roll a dollar bill
you keep f-ckin’ with my money, i might have to get you k!lled
yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
yeah, yeah, yeah, thought n-ggas was chill
you keep talkin’ to my b-tch, boy we might have to get you knocked
everybody on my payroll, yeah, your n-ggas and the cops
so don’t try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
they gon’ send your -ss to h-ll if you keep playin’ with my knots
what? yeah

[verse 2]
ayy, when i feel sad a n-gga start sippin’
puttin’ them percs in my pinot noir
crushin’ up blues in my designer shoes
when i slip on red carpet i look like a star
pullin’ her bloomers off
pourin’ that sauvignon blanc on her t-tties and l!ckin’ it off
hermes chain go from her tatas to kitty
she say she want bad boy, i turned into diddy
ooh, yeah, i turned into 50
n-gga on bet, n-gga on starz
everybody wanna know who in my car
told my lil’ b-tch to go sit in the car
everybody wanna know how that boy ball
found her at the party, then f-cked her in the stall
break a b-tch back like bane
mask on my face, yeah i’m bringin’ the pain

[chorus]
i can’t roll a blunt, but i can roll a dollar bill
you keep f-ckin’ with my money, i might have to get you k!lled
yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
yeah, yeah, yeah, thought n-ggas was chill
you keep talkin’ to my b-tch, boy we might have to get you knocked
everybody on my payroll, yeah, your n-ggas and the cops
so don’t try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
they gon’ send your -ss to h-ll if you keep playin’ with my knots
what?

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