UDIGG - Germ

Man, that nigga don’t know what goin' on now

Shameless money gang (Hah)

You nigga lame as fuck, man

Y’all niggas…

Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy

First time I lose to these niggas

I came with them hitters, they really won’t miss

You cannot run for all of this swag 'cause you just might get sick 'cause it’s

germs in my bag

I got on A-list, my bitches impatient, you tryna rape me 'cause of all of these

garments

I don’t eat the box, that ho smell like garbage

I beg your pardon, good weed, done farted, uh

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Glock or my Draco?

Bitch, I need some thirty in my drum, nigga, let’s have some fun

Fee-fi-fo-fum, and my chopper came with a stock

Brand new McLaren off the lot, bitch, I gets a lot of guap

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I just dumped me a lil' Wock

Then dream like two thots

Fuck 'round and drink that bitch raw

I think I deserve a double R

'cause I’m a fuckin' superstar

Raw doggin' sacks, you know I’m savage off that Actavis

Too fly, flight risk, 9−11, bad shit

Porsche Carrara, smashin', Addys drive it tightly

Gray print, only bent, Lassie was never nice to me

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Bitch, I be geekin'

All this money leave a nigga leakin' early morning

I be off them Perkies and she with me and she finna throw it

Hold up, whoadie

Said what you hold it, you ain’t gon' blow it?

.223's and FN beams, knock these niggas like they caroling

Nigga fuck with me

Ridin' shotty, got that fire with me

Guess who drivin', Ronda Rousey in the front seat, fuck with me

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