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Fuck out my face fuck is you the press I hop out my feelings hopped in the jet Looking for the money this shit a quest I'm still in my house unless
Ya she say she wanna break that shit Baby thats a gaf ya aight I'm like ya aight I'm like ya aight I'm like ya aight I'm like ya aight I'm like ya
really aint do da shit Aye pistolpeezy gone call'em out show dez niggas wat real music all about Imma real ass nigga from da muthafuckin country dirt roads
shit I mean it Nigga I'm all up in her fucking derrière In her bones like a beef patty I'm playing patty cake With that punanny I mean it nigga I
First month the rent due Wondering if homeboy got a pistol Walking here round Paranoid as shit fool Wondering if my homeboy really pissed to Last
you mess with her food Silhouettes of what we use to have Shit just never ever last Silhouettes of what we use to have Shit just never ever lasts
my wave and my notion Baby getting freaky now I’m rubbing in the lotion Haters getting all up in my face like they know shit Yeah But you don’t fucking
Yeahh (Its BGA Ayee Ayyee) Im On my I said I'm on my I'm on my own shit The 30 gotta long clip I walk in they like who you come wit That be the gang
simply partake While the white man take Hit the shit again Let's bake If you ain't thinking clouds You ain't down with me If you ain't thinking sky You
shit all up in my mouth See, Imma switch it up and talk some real shit Why they sneak diss and think they real slick Oh you flaunting stacks are you
heard about it I ain't have to ask shit Not gon eat it imma beat then I pass it (I aint got do it) I'm bout the financial gain and thats an ass-set (Ok
You best run fast When its opp time Yeah we bust caps In the 4-0 Yeah we stay strapped Got a fat ounce And that shit gas I'ma smoke up Till' my lungs
New whip from the dealer, uh New chain on freezer, uhuh 4 am in Atlanta Pulled up in that two door, made it big no rumor Damn right I'm the shit
Holy shit i can't curse it's not worth it will I ever see what's under the surface Looking at your face damn you would be perfect if my expectation
On the go Runaway Think of all the shit they say I run away Not today Runaway I run away On the go Runaway Think of all the shit they say I run away
Big dick bandit like the Hamburglar The victim's a ham sandwich, I ain't even heard of her John Wick got the shit end of the stick, but he's
Bitch I’m the shit like a potty Double cup leanin I’m sippin the snotty Nigga try me and I’m catching a body We pullin up with them sticks and them
disguise Niggas keep reaching gone reach your demise Shit Niggas keep reaching The whole last time that I dropped, nigga y’all leached him Shit Any time
out, pop out, pop out Now watch out Watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out Pop out, pop out Then you got to watch out They be talking shit Tell them
the winner The views of myself get me bigger Aint no cocky shit but im that nigga Nigga stay hitting me up damn Nigga your music shit suck fam I get new haters
offa that shit Young ghetto bastard I'm hella savage, yeah I'm just trappin I'm just trappin I'm just trappin (I'm just trappin) Get a bird Hit a swerve
in your house Oh, and I know you had my phone when I was sleep on the couch You ain't shit Yo' ass ain't shit I just want chu to know that You ain't
I said I can't make it Shit, you caught my bluff Fuck it, tell the manager I've had enough All you snotty customers, y'all make me sick You can tell
ain't gotta tell me you would just show me And fuck all that fake shit just act like you don't know me She say she love me i know she lying He say he my
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