Deadly Sins

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Trevor Rain

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Ay yo, cut off
Okay, slim
I'm in a big body, big Benz
I keep on setting these trends
It's f*ck em' they ain't my friend
If they ain't with me till the end
Commit deadly sins
I keep on getting these wins
Got Louis on my lens
Got Gucci on my kicks
Got them Benjamins
And my pockets ain't got no lint
But I still ain't paid no rent
They tried to steal my flows
I had to change my clothes
Now watch me take they hoe
Them boys way too slow
Pull off in that ghost
Yeah, nah, I feel I made the most
Yeah, cause I rose up through that storm
Yeah, I tell them pull up to my show
I rock out in Dior
And my money gon' keep on grow
And that money gon' keep on flow
And my competition looking slim
And I'm balling out, don't hit the rim
I'm a real shark just feel the fin
Shining real bright, I ain't dim
Swipe the card, then put a pin
She give me brain then want a kiss
I told her I ain't chocolate
No, no
Your bands hidden camo
I'm the one they chose
Lil' bitch model for Vogue
Hop in, I gotta row, row, row
Her pussy wetter than a rainstorm
That feeling when I brainstorm
I'm in a big body, big Benz
I keep on setting these trends
It's f*ck em' they ain't my friend
If they ain't with me till the end
Commit deadly sins
I keep on getting these wins
Got Louis on my lens
Got Gucci on my kicks
Got them Benjamins
And my pockets ain't got no lint
But I still ain't paid no rent
They tried to steal my flows
I had to change my clothes
Now watch me take they hoe
Them boys way too slow
Pull off in that ghost
Yeah, I'm finna blow like a napalm
Yeah, still screaming out RIP to Nate Dogg
Yeah, I got them bad bitches on my radar
Yeah, you know I work hard, then I play hard
Switching up
I got a ten who lick it up
Hop in a Benz 5% tints, living in sin
And I let her in
She swallow my kids, I give her advance
I got hundreds in my pants
I do what they can't
Nah, nah
She a dancer
You the richest in the building
Put your bands up
Got too much dead presidents
Inside my phantom
I pour four up of that juice inside my Fanta
While in Atlanta
I'm in a big body, big Benz
I keep on setting these trends
It's f*ck em' they ain't my friend
If they ain't with me till the end
Commit deadly sins
I keep on getting these wins
Got Louis on my lens
Got Gucci on my kicks
Got them Benjamins
And my pockets ain't got no lint
But I still ain't paid no rent
They tried to steal my flows
I had to change my clothes
Now watch me take they hoe
Them boys way too slow
Pull off in that ghost

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