Tha Fyest Out My Klass
PŁAYBØY KD ŠVGĘ
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Gang Yeaa Yeaa Yeaa Yeaa Dropped out of school took the street way instead Got caught up with dem drugs could of been dead Ran off onna plug ran off with the bread Ran off on 12 I should be with the feds Nie I feel like Gunna Got Dollaz On My Head Trying to be like Wayne Count A Milli in my bed These last couple years I been in my bag Can't afford to lose nie I can't come in last I'm the fyest to ever make it out my class F*ck the fame, nigga I just want the cash Buy a new whip If dis one happens to crash Niggas mad that I got it like that I been focused shidd I been securing the bag Why chase after a bitch When I can chase after a sack Flip 1 rack And I flip it to 3 Flip it to 3 Then I flip it to 10 Watch on me nigga It's bigger than Ben's Just bought a new stang Next up is the Benz I'm doing shit Niggas wishing they could Dey wishing dey could But sadly they can't I worked hard for dis I got it all out a ditch 334 Tha Gump I was born in the Trenches Running from cops Jumping over the Fence Coach said I wasn't ready So he put me on the Bench I'm back starting nie People saying I'm going Top ten Yo bitch wanna f*ck You wanna see the message she sent She sucking me in the car Can't see through the Tint I took ha to the beach And we played in the Sand I just met ha and She already sucking me Through my Pants Damn I guess I am The real Dirty Dan I'm Heartless to the shit It's Tatted on my Hand I don't give a f*ck Bout having any Fans Young nigga just trying to rack up these Bands I got bitches jealous Dat I'm not dey man Ohh nie Don't tell me Dat used to be yo Bitch We fucked all night And she suck the nut Off my dick I can tell why I'm number one Target on your List I'm really the Shit Yall niggas don't be Steppin on Shit If the shoes your size Den I guess the shoes Fits Yall niggas really do Be making me Sick Yall wanna be like me But all yall do is Netflix and sit I've been on my feet nigga Since I was a lil Jit Imma make sure when I have em I take care of my Kids Took care of myself And I learned how to Spit Imma get rich off this Ion need a degree 4 shit Nigga I'm popping my shit And I just started from scratch You been doing dis how long And nobody knows you yet You need to find you sum else Dat you actually better at Cuz I guess dis rap shit You wasn't really built for that Bitches heard one of my songs And want me to break dey back She want my kids She want me to nut All in her cat And nahh bitch you ain finna get me I ain falling for that All you bitches be cap And ion fall for no trap If a Bitch try to hug me Imma give ha sum dap Mann F*ck allat love shit All I'm trying to do is rap Imma make it out one way or another And I promise it ain't cap Dropped out of school took the street way instead Got caught up with dem drugs could of been dead Ran off onna plug ran off with the bread Ran off on 12 I should be with the feds Nie I feel like Gunna got Dollaz On My Head Trying to be like Wayne Count A Milli in my bed These last couple years I been in my bag Can't afford to lose nie I can't come in last
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