8.5

Young Dempsey

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Young Dempsey


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Bro I ain't off no mothafuckin' percs
I'm off a protein shake right now bruh f*ck you
What's it called um
I don't know what to say man I'm fucking sad
Racks on me, ain't talking bout tennis
I'm fucking you bitch like I'm Dennis The Menace
Draco on me it shoot til you finish
Yo bitch on my line, now we heading to Venice
Riding around town in a 8.5, that girl ain't that bad
I'm still grabbing her thigh
He said that he hard you know that's a lie
I'm tracking him down now he high in the sky
His moods be swinging, you know that he don't
I'm fucking yo bitch and I be in her throat
AK on me it come with the scope
He wanted to fight, now you know he a ghost
Hit up his homies, you know they 'gon post
I went to the spot and I feel like the host
Dick in yo bitch, you know ima boast
The bitch looking musty I might have to ghost
Mask on me, ain't talking about scream
They say ima feign but he wanted the smoke
They say I'm mean just like Halloween
They feeling my beam but they still wanna go
I'm making him dream, I'm making him scream
I'll spin on his block and I'll drop him real low
Racks on me, ain't talking bout tennis
I'm fucking yo bitch like I'm Dennis The Menace
Draco on me it shoot til you finish
Yo bitch on my line, now we heading to Venice
Riding around town in a 8.5, that girl ain't that bad
I'm still grabbing her thigh
He said that he hard you know that's a lie
I'm tracking him down now he high in the sky
High in the sky, I feel like I'm fly
Beretta on me, shoot 5 in the eye
Stacks on me, I feel like the guy
Ain't spending this shit cause my savings don't lie
This girl ain't bad, I ain't gonna lie
I'm still going up, I still ain't gonna buy
Still riding around town in a 8.5
She still texting me, I still don't know why
I feel like I'm Uzi ain't talking bout Vert
No dreads in my face I still put it in the work
Making this cash, I can't even work
Make more then your mommy, bruh that's gotta hurt
Spit on your bro, I put him in dirt
Man he hella ugly, he looking like Durk
Mask on me, ain't talking about scream
They say ima feign but he wanted the smoke
They say I'm mean just like Halloween
They feeling my beam but they still wanna go
I'm making him dream, I'm making him scream
I'll spin on his block and I'll drop him real low
My stacks all green, I ain't drinking no lean
I'm stealing yo bitch and I'm fucking yo hoes
Racks on me, ain't talking bout tennis
I'm fucking yo bitch like I'm Dennis The Menace
Draco on me it shoot 'til you finish
Yo bitch on my line, now we heading to Venice
Riding around town in a 8.5
That girl ain't that bad, I'm still grabbing her thigh
He said that he hard you know that's a lie
I'm tracking him down now he high in the sky

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