Mentally Broken Testo
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Testo Mentally Broken
-then I rock him (Brrt, skrrt, pull it nigga)
I got the say so, niggas lay up wit' the Draco
Stolen, got no name on it
But I left a stain on it
Hit my status, pull up, pop out
Then you know we bank up on him
Missions never flank on him
Yo dad, when he cross you for some money
Bet the bank up on it
Blood up on this money, he want murder He was thinkin' on it
Cus he felt like Tony but his love really saved homie
I don't fuck wit' y'all niggas-
...
-Bonnie and Clyde mentality, I slang iron 'bout that
I shoot first, nigga, I won't say I'm firin' back
Horny girl
You're my world
And you're daddy's little girl
When she eat it she curl my toes
Caught a vibe then I made you catch a nut
I'm like, "What you doing? Eat it up"
Tryna run, ah ah, I'm like, "Baby, where you going"
Tryna run me, Glock-9 down, I'mma conquer
We were vibing on my last b-day
You see the drip bitch I'm rocking Vlone
I left him dead then I said that I'm wrong
Fuck what you saying bitch I'm keeping my chrome Aye, you show me love I ain't letting you go
Wrote off wit' my head, I'm just letting you know
Load up the magazine, you know we gon' blow
They said I got scars and I'm mentally broken (mentally broken)
(Top Shotta, Don Dada, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda)
Horny girl
You're my world
And you're daddy's little girl
When she eat it she curl my toes
Ah, ah, ah, ah, woah, woah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, woah, woah
Ah, no
Mmm (daddy, eat it up)
Mmm, mmm
I got the say so, niggas lay up wit' the Draco
Stolen, got no name on it
But I left a stain on it
Hit my status, pull up, pop out
Then you know we bank up on him
Missions never flank on him
Yo dad, when he cross you for some money
Bet the bank up on it
Blood up on this money, he want murder He was thinkin' on it
Cus he felt like Tony but his love really saved homie
I don't fuck wit' y'all niggas-
...
-Bonnie and Clyde mentality, I slang iron 'bout that
I shoot first, nigga, I won't say I'm firin' back
Horny girl
You're my world
And you're daddy's little girl
When she eat it she curl my toes
Caught a vibe then I made you catch a nut
I'm like, "What you doing? Eat it up"
Tryna run, ah ah, I'm like, "Baby, where you going"
Tryna run me, Glock-9 down, I'mma conquer
We were vibing on my last b-day
You see the drip bitch I'm rocking Vlone
I left him dead then I said that I'm wrong
Fuck what you saying bitch I'm keeping my chrome Aye, you show me love I ain't letting you go
Wrote off wit' my head, I'm just letting you know
Load up the magazine, you know we gon' blow
They said I got scars and I'm mentally broken (mentally broken)
(Top Shotta, Don Dada, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda)
Horny girl
You're my world
And you're daddy's little girl
When she eat it she curl my toes
Ah, ah, ah, ah, woah, woah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, woah, woah
Ah, no
Mmm (daddy, eat it up)
Mmm, mmm
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