8.5
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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