Momma itz Done
Fatty LowEyez
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Waiting on the plug he gone send the addy Cause I'm trying to smoke on the berries I'm fucking with Hallie A young nigga high than a you fucking with fatty I'm trying to sneak up the stairs when you trying to get ready I'm trying to f*ck up the hair I hope you did it Take off the shirt trying to suck on a silicone I'm a lil nasty nigga I admit it I'm trying to get gassy right after I hit it They say I'm a young hot nigga I'm a need me a skillet This whip go fast but it probably was rented I'm a finish this shit when I can tell my momma I did it Like Momma it's Done My nigga a pull up with all black fit With some shit on his head like a nun Heat got to keep my gun Big backwoods I can't match no blunt Low you be smoking to much F*ck that little bitch I'm a roll up again Big ass gun if I up he a run She a suck it in the hall skip lunch I never hear from them niggas That owe me that money I need a refund or sum All of the niggas saying that I can't make it out Shit they don't get where I'm coming from But if I don't make it I'm taking a rap nigga chain or sum Probably your favorite one Doing hits out a two door I pull up I'm feeling like James the bond We gone let him have it I don't got no kids they keep calling me daddy Pull up on fatty I'm serving the lettuce Coup automatic I swerve it through traffic Let a nigga talk tough he get flipped like a patty Who the f*ck said fatty couldn't make nothing classic Red dot on that bitch i'll slide down the attic She knows that it's time when I take off my glasses How the f*ck I'm a trip on a bitch when i already had it Do a flip on the dick acrobatic And I want to know if this bitch can suck dick without gagging Oh shit lil bitch you the baddest Nigga hit me in march I got sixty four flavors of madness She gone let me hit quick she the fastest I'm trying to see how it arch oh that pussy can fart Bitch you sucking it nasty But I want to know if you f*ck in the backseat I want your friend to tell her get at me I don't need a scale I eyeball the sale when I bag it I jump in the pussy I watch the bitch scream when I stab it Trying to tell em if bro up the stick He gone hit it like madden Bad ass bitch she just got out a goddamn pageant Big backwoods I just rolled up a goddamn cabin For the paper hit em with lead now he gone erase em We gone slide by his crib he home its vacant Fatty Low got bows in his basement Fatty Low roll a wood he face it My young nigga whip out a big ass sword he Haitian I wish a f*ck nigga would I'm a first forty eight em Breaking down big ass buds my hands be aching F*ck that fatty up his ranking Let a f*ck nigga up I'm a take it I'm a just throw a lil money the ass keep shaking I can get the bags from Dayton The shit I'm smoking a hundred a eighty And most of these niggas faking I know that she wet cuz her body keep vibrating It's Sweaty Palm records I know these bitches been waiting
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