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Harriet Lyrics - Artist : Pressa
Lil' nigga get shot now he embarrassed
And your lil' mixtape I don't wanna hear it Nigga you a bitch I don't wanna hear that shit Opp niggas in the club we gon' air it And my manager said a nigga need therapy 'Cause my mind keep chippin' on current's Get money 'cause I wanna go hiss If my bitch bad run it up like Harriet, see Niggas always in and out surgery Send that pussy ass nigga to the infirmary Ha, stayed at emergency and they only gave the cop a third degree and the other should've got accessory Ha, if you talking technically but fuck, fuck all that extra shit My bitch she a stripper from Tennessee Ha, back to the topic, 10K just to run around topless She don't wanna fuck she just want topic My bitch bad little bitch she poppin' Fuck nigga, they know we poppin' shit Diamonds go crazy let 'em pop my shit Tried macy's Glock got hollow tips Never showed you niggas where my condo is I'm cut throat I can make a little nigga step and go and shovel If I gave that nigga a ball I bet he don't fumble He put that shit and he get whacked he should've stayed humble And how a nigga broke if all I do is hustle Pick up and go, ah ah Pick up the load, ah ah Pick up the phone, ah I'm picking my bros, ah ah Send in the post, ah My killer he slide nigga, he still on parole Lil' nigga get shot now he embarrassed And your lil' mixtape I don't wanna hear it Nigga you a bitch I don't wanna hear that shit Opp niggas in the club we gon' air it And my manager said a nigga need therapy 'Cause my mind keep chippin' on current's Get money 'cause I wanna go hiss If my bitch bad run it up like Harriet, see Bitch blowin' up like mercury Who would've thought it would've worked for me She bad, how she have the audacity to ask if a nigga pop molly or xan I don't know 'bout you but I'm in my bag City to city tryna serve a nigga bag I don't know 'bout you but I do it for gang Tried to cross the border but a nigga got flagged Kill a fuck nigga and do it again Ain't no cap I'm one of the best And I got money out here I got ghat Free crodie with' a knife and recession We from the wild, wild west end We duckin' and dodgin' detectives We dodge the metal detector My plug ran it up like he Hector Foreign do the dash like it's Nashville We spin the block like a hand drill We take a lil' nigga necklace Leave a nigga deserted like Texas My dawg a snake like he venomous Numbers they're comin' the metric I found that Glock and the glizzy Lil' nigga get shot now he embarrassed And your lil' mixtape I don't wanna hear it Nigga you a bitch I don't wanna hear that shit Opp niggas in the club we gon' air it And my manager said a nigga need therapy 'Cause my mind keep chippin' on current's Get money 'cause I wanna go hiss If my bitch bad run it up like Harriet, see |
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