Hawkin
ProphetDaKing
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(They always want to talk about this, talk about how they going to do that) (That shit don't really mean nothing) (Until you come do it) This boy claim he gon shoot me, he claim he gon send the bullets through me Acting real goofy, acting like an ex bitch Man you better simmer down you little groupie Swear I really just be laughing and shit Bout to hop in the rental, throw some gas in the bitch God damn, look at the ass on my bitch, got me hypnotized when I'm smashing the shit And I don't do the dancing and shit, but best believe I'll tap dance on a zip Make it work and repackage the shit, then hit the road got to traffic it quick My brother stay hitting the licks, I swear to god that boy a klepto This bitch said I be hurting her heart and shit, I just told her ass to take some Pepto Wood full of gas, exotic packs will leave you coughing like strep throat You know how I ride, it's the King's side, cap banged off to the left hoe Boy ain't shit subliminal, move with the criminals, beef will get physical Can't help but be cynical, y'all do the minimal, that shit get ridiculed Boy what is you hawkin for? That's the shit to make me lock and load A youngin on fire I might drop and roll, still in the trap I can't stop the flow I gets the cash and I got to go, naked bitch on my lap she gon top it slow Probably cause a youngin clocking dough, ain't talking money what you talking for? Boy what is you hawkin for? That's the shit to make me lock and load A youngin on fire I might drop and roll, still in the trap I can't stop the flow I gets the cash and I got to go, naked bitch on my lap she gon top it slow Probably cause a youngin clocking dough, ain't talking money what you talking for? Ain't talking money? Dog we ain't speaking, my bitch bad and she stay eating Every morning I get breakfast and head, then I'm feeding her my kids in the evening If it's about the bread, you know that I'm scheming Grew up on the rez, brought up by the Ricans He want me dead, damn that boy be tweaking Boy use your head, I be with them demons Running through the trees like a lumber jack Yea I been running through the work like a running back Ex bitch miss the dick got her running back, but y'all already know I aint got none for that Twin glocks they identical, with matching reticles, you gon need medical Rock carrots no vegetables, bitch they ain't edible, free gang out the federal Boy what is you hawkin for? That's the shit to make me lock and load A youngin on fire I might drop and roll, still in the trap I can't stop the flow I gets the cash and I got to go, naked bitch on my lap she gon top it slow Probably cause a youngin clocking dough, ain't talking money what you talking for? Boy what is you hawkin for? That's the shit to make me lock and load A youngin on fire I might drop and roll, still in the trap I can't stop the flow I gets the cash and I got to go, naked bitch on my lap she gon top it slow Probably cause a youngin clocking dough, ain't talking money what you talking for?
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