Booze Shit
Essi
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They don't ribbit but they leaping to conclusions F*ck them let them judge me I ain't sitting front of Judith Demon with a stick in his belt its protruding Cross me like we balling you won't live to see the hoop mix Bitch give me knowledge, give me brain, I'm a student I'm graduating daily give me flowers I need two lips You know brodie ruthless, he might spray you like some new kicks And I got a Fanta with a Percocet, let's go stupid If I'm in your mouth you 'bout to see us with a toothpick And I count the extra ten percent like I'm Lucas Brodie' got a forty in his jacket not that booze shit I'm dissing Cinderella, might be you who the shoe fits Money stacked low I'm sick like a guapabetic' You can hit a four five dance like you choppalectic Demon wit' a blick' he tell me its like squeezing on a lemon And you know my brodie he was blazing right in front the reverend Cover on the bliccy' it's my pants like a contraceptive And he sent a text I didn't respond but he still got the message I might f*ck around because I'm still young, it ain't all semantics When I don't got woods inside the cut, feel apocalyptic DM on some hate shit, but I'm not receptive If I think you is a fan then it's all amended Why you on that lame shit? Bitch I'm not offended If I still be like your mans than I'm not progressing 3 AM I'm boof talking, like Herbo I'm just having sessions Talkin' in my head God teaching me and I take all the lessons Put my mind stuck on the money like a fucking odd obsession Put that pressure on my head-top and I'm pushing shit back like recession And I put my money on this Lucids shit its all connected And I promise Meksy its going to be good so I'm going hectic Brodie feel like Capo because you know that he be soulja stepping 132 and Lucids its a family just without the crescent They don't ribbit but they leaping to conclusions F*ck them let them judge me I ain't sitting front of Judith Demon with a stick in his belt its protruding Cross me like we balling you won't live to see the hoop mix Bitch give me knowledge, give me brain, I'm a student I'm graduating daily give me flowers I need two lips You know brodie ruthless, he might spray you like some new kicks And I got a Fanta with a Percocet, let's go stupid If I'm in your mouth you 'bout to see us with a toothpick And I count the extra ten percent like I'm Lucas Brodie' got a forty in his jacket not that booze shit I'm dissing Cinderella, might be you who the shoe fits
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