
I Can’t Freestyle Bravo the Bagchaser
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[Intro]
(I can't)
Take a loss, bitch
That's something I can't
Take a loss, bitch
That's something I can't
That's something I can't
That's something I can't
Aye
[Verse 1]
Take a loss, bitch
That's something I can't
I can't fuck with a bitch if that bitch pussy stank
No, bitch
You can't hit my weed or my drank
You a bird-ass [?] so I know you gon' sink
Niggas say they want beef
You don't really want beef
Boy, you always on the gram but you never in the streets
Never give a bitch a penny, never give a bitch a dollar
If she trippin' on the locc I tell that bitch skeet skeet
[Verse 2]
Girl, your nigga was a pussy up in jail PC
All that flexin' that you doin', you a LIC
Bitch, I don't love you but I know you love me
Bitch, I'm married to the money, you ain't gettin' in between
She like the way that I talk when I be off that lean
I like the way that she look when she hop out them jeans
You know shit 'bouta go up when I pull up to the scene
What you mean?
Servin' white to them fiends, Charlie Sheen
(I can't)
Take a loss, bitch
That's something I can't
Take a loss, bitch
That's something I can't
That's something I can't
That's something I can't
Aye
[Verse 1]
Take a loss, bitch
That's something I can't
I can't fuck with a bitch if that bitch pussy stank
No, bitch
You can't hit my weed or my drank
You a bird-ass [?] so I know you gon' sink
Niggas say they want beef
You don't really want beef
Boy, you always on the gram but you never in the streets
Never give a bitch a penny, never give a bitch a dollar
If she trippin' on the locc I tell that bitch skeet skeet
[Verse 2]
Girl, your nigga was a pussy up in jail PC
All that flexin' that you doin', you a LIC
Bitch, I don't love you but I know you love me
Bitch, I'm married to the money, you ain't gettin' in between
She like the way that I talk when I be off that lean
I like the way that she look when she hop out them jeans
You know shit 'bouta go up when I pull up to the scene
What you mean?
Servin' white to them fiends, Charlie Sheen
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