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said you sitting on that couch while you gain another ounce Easy prey for the first one to pounce Your ass ripe for the picking, sticky icky finger
the freaky shit you did all day She be feeling like a side bitch Cuz she know the money is my main thing Once i get the bigger bag we could change things Once
now here I go we got everybody at the party on the floor i need you here now here i go we got everybody at the party bout to blow kick that shit up off
them shots in the sky, I'ma let 'em have it Run down on his ass, run out of stamina You up on me bitch then you better step me Put no trust in no nigga,
and im pouring a quatro line em up like a mother fucking barcode yea i unload the clip on your car door heavy got wait like im card o big ass chopper
Sorry I fucked your friend And finished on her ass Sorry that you found out From a student in your class Sorry bout your cousin Jane Sorry I jacked
got a fuckin minute for you little piece of shit up in my binnis, so you better do a pivot comin to my face, bitch, then acting like a douche bag
girl I love that ass & those hips We smoking gas in the whip She know that i'm super up But she don't ask me for shit She know I got other bitches But
a second son, cause we almost there You can be a black man and lose all your soul You can be white and groove but don't crap the roll See my shit is
Can I kick it? Yes you can Can I kick it? Yes you can Can I kick it? Yes you can Now mothafuckas must have heard that JAY Z shit C'mon, let's do
Tanzen, mein Kardo Es läuft wie geplant, denn ich toppe alle Erwartungen Ass up, face down Kein Geläster, Baby, ich hab's mies drauf Gejuckt hat es
Só pelo ar percebes que o K 'tá flex Aprecio o twerk, dou-lhe tapas no ass Normal que o resto a inveje Dorme com o papi Enquanto hoes mandam dm's
that boy he flinching, spotted them routes he looks suspicious Look, shit he clinching, ambulance speed that boy to the clinic Tell 'em bring,
don't give a fuck, push his shit back I wanna hear the sound of the choppas clap Circle the block to spin around where he be And when you catch him
I'm offline but I'm on course Lawn mowing through the grass with the condors Imitation isn't good for the art form That's why I got sucka ass
Y'all niggas go pack y'all shit It's real life takeover Real life, nigga, real life I'm a king so I do what I feel like The gun stalkin',
stylist I call it a passion for fashion Uh, brand new Louis V up out the plastic I'm talkin' shit that straight from Paris Water on my wrist, bitch you
sentir que somos os caras Vou droppar panda shit pombos na baixa Man este bantu vai dar takeover E vai se sentir como os colonos, em casa (Purpp) boy
(Run it) This girls goin' dummy (Woah), she got some ass shots But I took 'em from her tummy, she make that bag drop Where my girls getting money?
ain't into that Only bout the plastic They callin' Interac Yet I Find myself trapped Starin' at that ass Wow Got me weak Man clearly bout
give a shit what you say I steal your pic if you look away have ya butt neighbor cooks me steak and then heat it till it breaks I light my plan with
the chandelier Of this big ass mansion I just rented out I'm only here for the weekend, what you gotta think about? Come on shorty ditch your man and come hop
grabbed the rice and beans Crab Enchiladas and the sauce green 300 aint shit to a real piece You can have the bitch back, I got a busy schedule Air
For the experience She play Cameras by Drake She zone out when she hear that shit I don't care what the next nigga said Or a chick too Ain't never
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