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Talk shit, motherfucking' ass-bitch
Son-of-a-gun so hung, what a savage
"He fucked me with his B-I-G D-I-C-K, then I gave him a BJ" (Bitch)
Might
No more dick yeah no more nuttin'
Dicks out
Dicks out
Dicks out for ancient Rome
D I C K
R O M E (Dicks)
Dick
Rome
Dick
Rome
Where's the metronome?
trait
Post a picture of me with my grip tape showing at the schoolyard spot
It's a good ass spot
Security guards who 'prolly want the D-I-C-K
Chase me all
pee-pee has a first name
It's D-I-see-K-why
My pee-pee has a best friend
It's P-you-S-S-why
Now what I really want to say
Now what I really want to say
(D-I-C-K)
Baby, I'm a dog, all I know is bone
Told her "Girl, I wanna take you home",
Then she made a strong reference to a Michael Jackson song, "You are not
gay
It's just a little tip not to burn your d-i-c-k
Now check this flow being mastered around the beat
Take a chill pill man, why don't you have a seat
C
K, now back up off me with that aura
You can park that in the corner
If you is negative you can dip
I don't need that on my shoulders
Moving
got the D D I C K for you ណាអូនសម្លាញ់
Fxck me like you fxck me fxck me fxck me like you fxck me (x2)
Baby baby make yourself work want sex tonight
got the D D I C K for you ណាអូនសម្លាញ់
Fxck me like you fxck me fxck me fxck me like you fxck me (x2)
Baby baby make yourself work want sex tonight make
To clean all of the mess you left from All your exs test it, it ain't for the weak
Niggas on weed, stressed by their ladies all week
They want that D.I.C.K
I
Give her D-I-C-K
Right inside of the lab
Told you B-R-B
I'll get right to the raps
NPB is a new wave the zeitgeist
I bet enemies mixed with Dusse
tissues
So emo oh my God I sound like Big Sean
Or BIG notorious d i c k
Anyway it's not a contest
I'm a fucking artist
I'm a work-in-progress
Not a fucking
of the building,
Got your bitch on my D.I.C.K
And am grabbing her boobies,
Don't come creeping here lil nigga
I'll shoot u and yo maafakin crew,
Am on a mad coupe
me dicen que te dé como animal
aja
magistral
magistral music
Dr Drums
Chiky cardona
C H I K Y C A R D O N A
D-I-C-K
U-P when I'm up in these hoes from H-I-V Dime Piece too young to fuck so she grind
Who want wit what baby girl right behind me Hit Em Up make em
K E D Y get it right
Staying down till you come up i be shining in the light
I be looking at my future and its looking real bright
Fakest n*ggas be
D and all I see is groupies cash sex and violence
Groupies Cash Sex and Violence
They call me bone crusher and I be killing MC's I got the world
do be poppin'
It doesn't matter if we ain't chart topping
Cuz it's only for Snoot that we dropping
Taking a S-H-O-T
Now I'm F-U-C-K-E-D
Shit's
If you're watching this, give it a big thumbs up
Oh my god
Ayy, R-A-C-K-E-D. If a nigga got a problem, I'ma call a rap team
I got I-L-O-V-E in
Youngest player on the scene
Can't you see
K I d that's initials on the ring
For my team that's a promise
I'm gon get you everything
Brought em up
hating
Lurking pages undercovers investigating
Get off my d.i.c.k.
Cause I got fire man and drip too, bringing that heat wave
Problem a bad boy I make em
Enjoy the show
I'm Mr. Hollywood
Mr. Mr. Mr
I'm Mr. Hollywood
Mr. Mr. Mr
I'm Mr. Hollywood
Man the spotlight on me, I went from D.E. to K.C
Now I'm in
les bas, squatte les halls, les bars
K.O Record c'est le cri d'guerre
L.C.K dis leur, on les plie
J'met les pendules à l'heure, comme le Big Ben
Au
Maybe 'til there is no stizzar
'Cause its P-I-M-P-I-N-G
Hoe come pay me my money
'Cause the D-I-see-K don't come free
As long as I got you I won't slang
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