Stylist
Rah 2xx
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The bitch try hit me & talk bout her problems lil baby im busy so I gotta go This nigga keep sneak dissing & think I aint peep this nigga must really be think Ima hoe I shot up ya brother, I shot up ya uncle Lil nigga you think that you already know Pull up with your baby put the car in park make the bitch come & open my door Step in that bitch so stylish no lil bitch I aint got no stylist Bitch keep thinking keep saying im cocky, No lil bitch I just know that im Poppin Marino on back on my ass some Amiris Frames on my face came from the Versace Tatted like a migo so they calling me papi Foot on the gas aint no way that Im stoppin Every since a youngin I been getting straight to it Coulda played sports but you know I straight blew it Chasing all the cash Chasing all the coochie Thought I was a thug when I listen to the Gucci Wanted to kill a nigga when I'm listening to that Boosie Mova going on me she keep calling me stupid I had different dreams I was getting straight to it I aint going mumble everything coming fluid Bitch, Fava got 33 locked ina feds My brothers influenced like that in my head Kept me a pistol that bitch full of lead Want you to hear every word that Im saying Want you to see why my heart full of pain Everyday with my crooks aint no way thats going change Go to hell with my brothers I'd die for the gang Wrestling ass rapper I know you a lame I aint going stop lil nigga lil nigga yeah you know that I'm trying get rich Trying go hit Elliante tell that I got 150 nigga just for my wrist Skinny nigga keep worrying bout me needa be worried bout your bitch Meanwhile I'm swiping her visa & making withdrawals did you know that your bitch is a lick True to this shyt boy I stick to the code Half these f*ck ass nigga done told Back against the wall you know i never fold Dont give a f*ck what the time dont tell what you know Playing in these streets boy you cant have a heart Momma she told me that shyt from the start Half of these nigga they really be opp Aint going be no backdoor that shyt locked cos Im smart Watchu know bout being posted ina trenches you dont gotta choice cos you say you trying get it Doing all that sneak dissing where you ass at I swea to god im trying get with it All these jiive' ass turkey just talk sweet but real life I know ya some bitchs All my niggas be stepping ya flashing them guns ya aint doing no killing The bitch try hit & talk bout her problems lil baby im busy so I gotta go This nigga keep sneak dissing & think I aint peep this nigga must really be think Ima hoe I shot up ya brother, I shot up ya uncle Lil nigga you think that you already know Pull up with baby put the car in park make the bitch come & open my door Step in that so stylish no lil bitch I aint got no stylist Bitch keep thinking keep saying im cocky, No lil bitch I just know that im Poppin Marino on back on my ass some Amiris Frames on my face came from the Versace Tatted like a migo so they calling me papi Foot on the gas aint no way that Im steppin
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