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broke and horny?
Shove the ussy in throats that got big mouths
Airplane mode when you walk in my penthouse
He a sicko, walk with his dick out
Just

shoes
Ghettoised children murdered in
Broad daylight
By those employed to protect them
Live porn streamed to
Your pre-teen's bedrooms
Glass ceiling, no

Get whole, break bread 
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live though
By some twist of energy I'm alive 
And I can't just not

with French you know how I move in
A room full of vultures gotta move fast
Get the cash, she a dime like a good pass
Get a wine glass, with your fine ass

statistics
Man fuck all that wrist shit
Man fuck all these big fish
Imma have me a good time
Going on Thug shit
Get me some drugs, shit, aye
Imma slap glass

a big booty my rear view
My top down; no glass too
I'm glad that you done messed around save attitude for that next dude
I'm passed all the damn "kiss

Tolerated by some like some monster 
But they all come back for advice like a doctor 
So here’s a story yeah it goes something like this 
Now that things are

And now I'm getting phone calls from big companies


I gotta drop it

Know a couple grannies that would bop it

And once they press play you better know

This here hit like it's cooked cocaine you know hard
Moms on that glass
Pops behind bars
Merked big bro
He ain't have the right squad
Now he left

even tell by the way shawty would dress
Now I'm done with all that shit back to the more checks
Shout out to my SA and Malawi realest connects
Back

monster on a short leash, as many as I could hold in
I used to have blond curls, when I was younger, only knee high
Mom says all along I've had the same big

until the next time see ya
Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals
Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there

at my glass house
Spazz out
Dead broke but still cashed out
Correct you on your bad mouth
Chill
Now
Y’all
Bringing
My inner dad out
Finna son all you

BagMan
B2 BagMan

Yall poodles cant yall see im high breed
The big dog that slam both hands like kyrie
No bron bron my girl dont like no soft d

Yo Twin

Who am I
Who am I
Small kid in a big city
Big dreams here come and roll wit me
Headphones playing pull up with the Hoodie
Been around a while so all

The villain is right around the corner
Smash the glass
Take a pass if you really wana
I did my homework
My opponent didn’t see a list
Must have been forgotten
I

Charlie lives on Castro
Beside a vacant lot
He shares the room with a lover
And a cruel disease the lover caught
He soothes the wounds with cool rags

Big ass mouth, you a subject of ridicule
Razzle dazzle, how quickly I get ride of you
Get on my level, might need you a pedal stool
Hands on my

even talk
Copped me a benz and I crashed it,
She don't wanna go down for the master
I'm a big dick bastard, pussy blaster, up in the room bitch I'm nasty

momma, you look so fine In that big ol' Cadillac
There's room for both you and I now sitting in the back
Well, ease your gears down slowly Let me be your

Freddy
Big donny walking on glass, tryna stay steady
Studio in my bedroom, no days off, no excuses
After Hours on The Weekend, stress it reduces
Serpent

lock jaw
Wray and nephew got your head burst
She Blow a nigga like loons
I am the punani expert
Where's the buffest in the room
I hope every gyal in this

They told me have a dream, they said dream big
But now I'm dreaming, why they telling me to leave this
South-side brown skin kid
Be the reason they

Cause i've got to stay by you

No courage to be vulnerable
Also too emotional
You need to come my way
Before we make big mistake
Baby wine up so emotional