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BONNIE N CLYDE

  1. Two twin Glocks, name 'em Bonnie 'n' Clyde
  2. You talk this shit, that's why yo' homie died
  3. But puttin' that aside, y'all in fo' a ride
  4. And you know hoes tongue tied, 'least they tried, 'least they tried
  5. They tryna hide, oh, my smile so wide, uh
  6. I'd, fuck up and rip out yo' insides, my pride
  7. Got me high and fried, outta my mind
  8. Two twin Glocks, uh, they names Bonnie 'n' Clyde, yuh
  9.  
  10. Bonnie 'n' Clyde, these Glocks wanna shoot
  11. Fuck wit' me and we take yo' loot
  12. Uh, you get the boot, please, ya know our jokes so crude
  13. Put 'em in a loop, all these hoes put on a tie and suit
  14. Thinkin' they lookin' cute, but bitch, I took the route
  15. And they fuck with me, then they fuck with you
  16. They wanna fuck with us, they wan' give attitude
  17. And if they fucking do, you know what to do
  18. Knock out they fucking tooth, and put 'em all in moods
  19. And we come in groups, hoes know we'd snoop
  20. And if you wanna pursue, then go and pursue
  21. 'Cause bitch, this is verse 1, then it'll be verse 2
  22. And if you try to walk in, then bitch, you fuckin' screwed
  23. I eat up my food, this bitch act like he mute
  24. Is this bitch deaf? Uh, findin' the absolute
  25. Value, uh, bitch, you know you gotta salute
  26. And if you fuck wit' my gang, then you'll fuck wit' me, too
  27. I was never the typa dude to fuck with me or you
  28. 'Cause I was just tryn' do what I wanna do, yeah
  29. She talkin' all this shit, she go poof, yeah
  30. And this is living proof and how the way I move, yeah
  31. Woof, woof, bitch, the way I move got a point to rpove
  32. We jump out the roof, hoes so aloof, like we playin' spoof
  33. Here's my groove; don't be a goof
  34. Like 1, 2, 2, fuck a bitch, she coos
  35. And if you want me, then say, "I'll never lose!"
  36. We got different views, we wear different shoes
  37. I don't got' introduce, 'cause that shit's no excuse
  38. I hang hoes wit' a noose, and hoes just wan' let loose
  39. I been listenin' to blues, while me and my gang, we cruise
  40. We just sippin' all this booze, and we finna light the fuse
  41. Play wit' hoes like Duck Duck Goose, no bad news
  42. Uh, we gotta pick 'n' choose, I got the juice
  43. If you try, just know it's no use
  44. W, I got the double U's, I got you and me, I got some new news
  45. Find the truth, we made a truce, you can't refuse
  46. I'm way too smooth, I was in my youth
  47. Sittin' in the booth, she say, "I suffered abuse"
  48. But I didn't ask, it made me amused
  49. Uh, yeah, I got hoes bruised, I got a boost
  50. I got these wounds from bein' accused
  51. These hoes are doomed, got 'em confused
  52. And I'm so mused, me and you are fused
  53. And what you tryna prove? All these songs I done produced
  54. Fuck with us then you get consumed
  55. I fuck with you, and you go unused
  56. Fuck you, bitch, you know I don't care if you been abused
  57. 'Cause you're used, we done cruised, overused
  58. Fuck with me and you might be doomed
  59. Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm entombed, never done resumed
  60. Hoes just assumed, I know I've been groomed
  61. Presumed, hoes know that I zoomed
  62. In wit' a Glock, finna shoot, I done bloomed
  63. Yeah, yeah, your shit was just a ruse, ooh, ooh
  64.  
  65. Two twin Glocks, name 'em Bonnie 'n' Clyde
  66. You talk this shit, that's why yo' homie died
  67. But puttin' that aside, y'all in fo' a ride
  68. And you know hoes tongue tied, 'least they tried, 'least they tried
  69. They tryna hide, oh, my smile so wide, uh
  70. I'd, fuck up and rip out yo' insides, my pride
  71. Got me high and fried, outta my mind
  72. Two twin Glocks, uh, they names Bonnie 'n' Clyde, yuh
  73.  
  74. You don't know me, please don't act like we was homies
  75. I was up in the sky, like Tony, had to go win my life back, just like Kobe
  76. Baby, open yo' eyes, open 'em slowly
  77. Baby, please don't die, please don't die, don't leave me lonely
  78. Baby, oh, don't cry, please don't cry, hold you closely
  79. Baby, you in my mind, all the time, I feel lowly
  80. Uh, 'cause lowkey, I been tired of the phonies
  81. Choppa' choppa' chop like Kony
  82. Please don't lie to me or you won't be my one or only, yeah
  83. I just eye it closely, I been down bad mostly
  84. Baby, please just hold me, don't push me 'way coldly
  85. I know you fucking told me, hoes missin' the old me
  86. This shit was a oldie, now I'm a new gold me
  87. She say she gon' fold me, I fucked up, I'm a new bold me
  88. Uh, I done rolled weed, hoes tried to roll me
  89. You can't control me, I won't bend to you, you can't mold me
  90. And this shit get moldy, that's a close call, hoes done sold me
  91. But now I go all out on my bitches, we done rolled G's
  92. 'Cause if you folding, you know you bolting
  93. Just like Kolton, you think I'm jokin'?
  94. Now you ain't copin', my homies hope is
  95. The reason why we still hopin', copin'
  96. My heart is closing, uh, yeah, I can see them hoes smoking
  97. I was fucking rollin', she ask me where I'm goin'
  98. I told her, "Don't know, bitch" She act like that she know shit
  99. She talk this shit and it's showing
  100. She hate me and I hate her 'cause she got me chokin'
  101. Chokin' on my words, start floatin'
  102. I'm goin' berserk, guns I'm holding, I ain't ever folding
  103. You know I been growing, and you know my Glock be blowing
  104. Do 'em all like Xbox, she just wear a red top
  105. Had to go to my next stop, now she on my dick wit' her head cropped
  106. Headshot, put 'em all in a headlock
  107. Now this shit a deadline, deadlocked
  108. Please don't touch me or you might get cut like some dreadlocks
  109. My room got a red lock, she talkin' this shit, surroundin' a dead cop
  110. Wit' my dead opps, we was wit' the dead Gods
  111. I fucked your family, and I killed a whole damn squad
  112. Now they a whole dead squad, lil' bitch, go ahead, call SWAT
  113. But bitch you know she got a drop top
  114. And if you want me, you know we got rocks
  115. She done got shot, I was wit' the odd gods
  116. I was wit' the Odd Squad, fuck with us, you'll get knocked
  117. Possibly get shot, don't touch me or you'll see the red dot
  118. Hop in the red van, she said, "You a dead man"
  119. I miss my dead friends, most of my friends say, "You dead yet?"
  120. 'Cause I got like no friends, I don't really know friends
  121. I don't really got anything to give ya 'cept a slow dance
  122. And I gave you chances, slittin' my damn wrists
  123. Who said I can't live? My only chance is
  124. To get to dancing, I know I been fuckd up, I been prancin'
  125. She told me, "Please don't do it, it be damning"
  126. I get hoes gassed up, hoes ask me what I'm plannin'
  127. I told 'em, "Don't act up" And we be like Mr. Manning
  128. Now if you back up, and shoot yo' ass up
  129. And maybe stop the cap, bruh, maybe stop the cap, cuh
  130. 'Cause hoes edit hoes wit' Capcut
  131. She told me, "That's some bad love"
  132. Told my mama, "I don't wanna catch up, I don't wan' catch up"
  133. Yeah yeah yeah
  134.  
  135. Two twin Glocks, name 'em Bonnie 'n' Clyde
  136. You talk this shit, that's why yo' homie died
  137. But puttin' that aside, y'all in fo' a ride
  138. And you know hoes tongue tied, 'least they tried, 'least they tried
  139. They tryna hide, oh, my smile so wide, uh
  140. I'd, fuck up and rip out yo' insides, my pride
  141. Got me high and fried, outta my mind
  142. Two twin Glocks, uh, they names Bonnie 'n' Clyde, yuh

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