El Rey Of Samples
El David
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Ouu, bitch, haha Choppa hit him up made that lil boy disconnect Choppa with a hollow make his brains splash on his dash Tried to run up on me now his legs look like some sashimi Ain't even gotta talk, lil bitch want to eat me up quick Why you talking so much, you ain't even got a band to yo name Why you trying to talk down on the grind, boy you really lame Copped me a new gen, time to roam around the city Know I got that black fit on, my opps can't never see me Put LV on my pajamas, know I'm really exquisite Play with me or my brothers we gon' turn you to an excrement Turn my five to a ten, I'm only fifteen Put a twenty in my clip, extended magazine Only on promethazine, ain't no Hennessy Bitch Trying to put two million up, trying to make it out Want to put ma momma up, in a fancy house Know that lil boy rat, we call him Mickey Mouse I know that he mad at me it's cause' I fucked his spouse Trying to stack a mill, trying to make my momma proud Shit I'm high as hell man you know we smoke that loud This shit so exotic I be sitting on a cloud This shit so exotic I might jus jump in the crowd When I put that ski mask on, boy yo time is up When I'm in the booth you know my rhymes so fucking tough Tryna get him killed, ride around jus like I'm Jason If you are not a ten, we can't have no conversation Tryna punch some lines but this bitch keep trying to text me Finna shoot up everybody, boy you better not test me She jus went down on me, this lil bitch trying to bless me If you can do the BINs boy you already impressed me I don't need an AP I just need some fucking LV She just seen the kicks and now she trying to fuckin serve it I can't even lie man I know that I deserve it This rap shit is a skill boy, you ain't gotta learn it Need me a bitch that look like fucking Raya Steele All day I be workin', f*ck I look like having feels' Called the bitch, need some head, meet me at one some Gotta make it quick, I can't trust no fucking dumb slut Ouh, ay, new gen and I hold it right in ma left pocket What? Shit, huh, ay, New gen in my pocket finna send an opp to space Finna put a slug in him finna put him in his place Boy I know you slow as f*ck you better keep the pace Boy we know you ratting you a lil fuckin disgrace Chances make champions, man Dev said it himself Why you tryna be me, better stay being yourself Ain't no fucking pattern you jus gotta do yo thing Ain't no fucking fraud but I make pape' off 'em banks Huh Ridin' down town with the Ridin' down town with the what? Ouh, ay, ouh Ridin' down town with a balaclava on Caught him out he jumpin' higher than fucking Bron Feel like Daymond Green I'm finna do 'em fucking wrong If you think I don't got money boy you fucking dumb Oh shit, this my vibe, ay, huh This my fucking vibe, boy you better not f*ck with me This yo fucking bitch? She a three, won't hit that shit Poured me up three lines finna boot up to the sky Touch me or my brothers finna put you in the sky I'm too fucking high I'm seein' 3D all night I'm too fucking high, I'm seein' uhh Gotta wake my ass up mane, f*ck that lazy shit Gotta work my ass off mane, f*ck procrastinating But when I smell that weed, that shit really activate me Take yo bitch back please she so exasperating But with that neck game she so fucking fascinating Bitch I ain't finna f*ck you, you can only masturbate me What you mean you a virgin bitch elaborate it, like what? Man, trying to make it out the hood Trying to make it out the slums Trying to get past that border Trying to get past that wall It's a struggle, but we ain't never stopping Real grind shit You know what the f*ck goin' on mane We in this bitch heavy This shit ain't done though Alright so, you know what I'm saying Huh, woo, ay Spit bars, spit bars, all I can do Bitch I'm a dog I'm finna cheat on you Homie almost passed away, that shit left me spooked Finna prove 'em wrong, finna get the fucking blues Finna catch him out, finna make the fucking news Shoutout to the jews, mane shoutout BLP Cruising round the block in a big ass GLE I don't got no screws bitch, do not play with me Bitch I promise you don't wanna play Send his homie to Diablo, now he don't want to play Feeling like I'm Wilder mane I'm finna get arrested You won't find a guy like me, I promise I'm the best man How you talkin' shit but you don't wanna get pressed man I can't even lie I'm feeling like I'm fucking blessed man I mean, I'm blessed as f*ck, I ain't gon lie Blessed as f*ck in the booth, I'm jus' punching bars Sipping Wock, ain't no writing, I'm jus' punching out Late as f*ck but I ain't stressed, I'm finna grind it out I'm chasing my dream man, I ain't chasing clout Shoutout to my twin, he know he in my heart Shoutout to my plug but I ain't finna shout him out Junior in this bitch but I'm finna make it out
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