love you

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Sorry, bitch, I can't really love you, that's a big no, no
I can't really trust you, you know you have to let go, oh
And I fucking hate you, so fuck you, that's my mojo
Bitches call me Sensei 'cause I do squats in a dojo
Uh, sorry bitch, but I can't really love you, huh-uh
That's a big no, no from the front view, huh
And you know me and my stunt dudes
We fin' do this shit more than you want to, ayy
 
Pull up in the lot wit' a Glocky tucked in my waist
Hoes tryna save face, a taste of fame
Gettin' chased off the stage in a fit of rage
Leave hoes amazed, dazed, I spaced out, memories erased
Room ablaze, I mine real fast like I got haste
Bitches call me a saint, but I ain't, I just got my flow laced
Wit' da shit that gets you addicted, two-faced
Huh, yeah, a glass raised, and you know we ain't usin' no toothpaste
And I got these hoes crazed, motherfuckers got they flow stained
And these muhfucka's know we gon' chase, ayy
Every day we act based, fuck the Gigachads, put 'em in they place
Catch a case, shoot a face, whatever you wan' do, we can do all day
Ayy, I got a match, light it up, watch it blaze
What you want? This shit's just a phase
These new phrases show me everyone got they own ways
Everyone got they own agendas, some want straight A's
When I call up Ace, we countin' them damn jays
No, my bitch, no, you cannot come play, ayy
Okay, we know crime don't pay, but why don't we embrace
Our darkest fears? Desires leavin' us fazed
Uh, these hoes talk shit always, and I'm in the maze
Do it like I'm Jae, I have points to raise
Fuck with me and no more eggs you'll lay
Take away your love, then get it replaced
And you made a mistake by tryna get laid
Ayy, hold up, wait, let's just celebrate
'Cause at this rate, my diamonds yellow like lemonade
(Ooh, shit) In this state, you're too late, this is your fate
You won't get paid, hoes get played, sprayed
Failin' they grades, no double A's on them gates
Fuck they want? Okay, okay, yeah, bitch, I got this shit made
Motherfuckers want me dead like the World Trade
We crashin' down, we need some real aid
And bitch, you laughin' clowns, you'll feel my blade
And bitch you laughin' 'round town, you laughin' in the shade
We can see yo' fake ass face, why'd you stay?
You shouldn't have stayed 'cause you're just a fake
A mere disgrace, damn!
 
Sorry, bitch, I can't really love you, that's a big no, no
I can't really trust you, you know you have to let go, oh
And I fucking hate you, so fuck you, that's my mojo
Bitches call me Sensei 'cause I do squats in a dojo
 
Ooh, wait, we can sort this out, got my sword in tow
These hoes supportin' clowns, I been reportin' clowns
I report 'em now, watch how we report them clowns, ayy
And fuck with us? You might get a sword in your mouth
And you know we got the cash, we tore it down
And we wore it out, ayy-ayy
You was just born right now, you know we for sure right now
And bitch, you're immature right now
Shut the fuck up 'fore you get floored right down
Catchin' bodies as I soar through town
And bitch, you know you're boring now
With your boring clowns, boring sounds, boring gown
Bore me out, we ain't support them clowns
We gon' cut yo' life short right now
Motherfuckers know we take the short one out
And we takin' that short short route, huh
And if you wanna die, make me proud
Please, go ahead and say it loud
Motherfuckers make me wanna take 'em down
Hoes tryna take me out, fake me out
But that's a mistake, know how? You fakin' now
You can't fucking fake me out, we take those clowns
And kill 'em all with a .9 'til they ashamed right now, uh
You're in the shame, you drown
Lil' bitch, I'm a saint right now, clowns was trained to clown
Bitch, I was trained to drown, uh
But I come back up with a AK in tow
Motherfuckers, hold up wait, you can wait it out
We gon' go and take it out, I generate it now
These hoes tryna hate me now, but, uh
Bitch, I take your bitches on dates, it's great, know how?
'Cause you a fake ass cow, I'd appreciate 'bout now
If you'd shut up and move to a different state rightt now, huh
 
Sorry, bitch, I can't really love you, that's a big no, no
I can't really trust you, you know you have to let go, oh
And I fucking hate you, so fuck you, that's my mojo
Bitches call me Sensei 'cause I do squats in a dojo
 
Me contemplatin' 'bout your BS, bitch, I regress
Repress, I gotta be fresh, on my 'PS
P.S, bitch, I seen death, I fucking see death
I got my tea, yes, bitch, this recess
You can see flesh, bitch, that's what she says
But I 'on't care what he says, that's what we said
And bitch I relieve stress, yes, I gotta ease stress
Gotta pass my G checks, we gon' see pres
Kill 'em all 'til it's a whole G mess
Ayy, what the fuck? You know we need meth
We smoke the weed, uh, I got the DS
Switch up like Nintendo, she need to redress
And bitch, you depress, you need blessed
I gotta be dressed so we can meet, yes?
Can we meet yet? Bitch, I'll meet Wes
I'll fucking meet Des, watch how they take a weak breath
Pint-sized bitches tryna not be pressed
But hold up, wait a minute, we need checks
We gotta get checks, we in the deep end
Who you represent, I gotta defend
And then I'll repent, face-flat on the cement
Got your face stained, I don't need friends
Bitch, you never knew what we meant
That was not my intent, and there she went
Already out the door to go meet friends
We all know she fuckin' boys and her 3 friends
Don't fucking lie, but in my defense
I tried to prevent these bad events
But it depends how we fend
Off of one another, fuck with me, watch how we bend
How could someone speak so much nonsense and be dense?
Ayy, hold up, huh, you know we bent
Bent as fuck, 'til we fuckin' meet ends
Fuck her up, bitch, the time we spent
The messages we sent
Meant nothin' in the long run, can we vent?
Can we relax and please mend?
'Cause girl, bitch, you switch up like these trends
You switch up like TikTok, got me sendin' these threats
"I'll kill yo' ass," I admit it, I got my regrets
3 deaths in a year, uh, got these 3 pens
Write all these lyrics down, hop in my green Benz
Like a T-Rex, you can be next, bitch, you don't need neck
But I need head, I need the weed, can we be friends?
'Til the fucking damn end, did you get the weed yet?
I take these steps, I win these bets
It do not make sense, and you know I leave dents
Hoes leave debts, yeah, runnin' from 3 feds
I shoulda known that I would fucking be net, huh
 
Sorry, bitch, I can't really love you, that's a big no, no
I can't really trust you, you know you have to let go, oh
And I fucking hate you, so fuck you, that's my mojo
Bitches call me Sensei 'cause I do squats in a dojo

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