PREACHIN'
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F*ck that hoe Bitch on my line and I got her on hold Money talk now, another one sold Dap all my brothers up all of them cold Jump inside the ride you know it's four by four I heard you sold your soul for a Birkin bag What about your raps, what about your craft You high off that penicillin now your pen don't slide You beefing with homies you can't match our size Lying is cheap Ignorance is bliss Envy make you cease to exist whenever I rap like this I preach Like jeez HA Off with the hand that steals Off with the head that tilts Off go the gun it kills Off go the bitch I healed Ice in the glass pouring whiskey inside Drinking the pain away swallow my pride Lies after lies look at me in my eyes My pupils done dilate when you on sight Not a drug addict pussy blushing turning pink PINK when I look at it Back at it when I hit it from the back back she look back at it Trynna make the most out of my heartbreak but then I think back at it I can see Behind all the smoke you is not who you pretend to be Cappin so fluently Buying all these streams but you getting nothing out of it Silence HA Rolling with the finest I got the crown so when you try talking to me refer to me as your highness Bitch on my line and I got her on hold Money talk now, another one sold Dap all my brothers up all of them cold Jump inside the ride you know it's four by four I heard you sold your soul for a Birkin bag What about your raps, what about your craft You high off that penicillin now your pen don't slide You beefing with homies you can't match our size All rise I'm gon' be alright At the end of the day I just sit alone in my room and I cry Releasing my toxins outside Releasing my shot on time Nutmeg Olé The faces I'm chasing are presidents dead You ready to shoot always aim for the head No vest needed Sweetener for all you motherfuckers that are far bitter I'm a hard hitter Physically smaller but we both know that from you I'm far bigger Stone cold killer Mama raised a winner, raised a saint and a sinner Take care of your woman Respect her but we doing dirty deeds whenever I ride with her I'm a bitch stealer Right time Right mind Find light Fly high Angels cry When people lie Thank God we die Cause none of us are alive Bitch on my line and I got her on hold Money talk now, another one sold Dap all my brothers up all of them cold Jump inside the ride you know it's four by four For a Birkin bag What about your craft Your pen don't slide You can't match our size
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