Clone #78
Ca'Midnight Black
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You can ride shotgun, but it got a knock back You can ride back seat, seat still fir She can do a dance, get drunk, throw a shot stack Pullin' up three, now she move like curry I ain't gon' hate, I'ma tell her that she got that defense, sick like my name Rick Burr Big boy Camtime, sleepin' on you niggas, I'm a real big dreamer, Man the shit gets scary She ain't gotta tell me that she love me, nigga,She gon' make it obvious, inna hurry Dark skinned bitch, she just taste like candy Got a nickname, so I call her Wildberry Gotta bring the bag home, so I put the mask on She got green, no, I'm not Jim Carrey Gotta bring the bag home, so I turn God for a while Camtime , but I'm not Jim Carrey Tell her, bring her ass on, I'ma be in heat for a while Pullin' up, smellin' like strawberries Tell her, bring her ass on, i was feeling weak for a while, and she pull up smelling just like Roses Camtime? what? tell me what you proposing She can do a dance, with her legs wide open She gone get loud, till the neighborhood know this Freak of the week, been proved and showed it Wrapped it, tapped it, watered it, growed it Slapped it, zapped it, heated it, froze it Killed it, skimmed it, murdered death rowed it ,Pussy so good, had to silver and gold it Bust down Patek, bust down Side Hoes, main hoes mad, yeah I think they noticed , Plain Jane t-shirt, keep it white T for a while I don't really got a reason, I don't know it Run down opper, washed down copper We can make a move when you left wide open I don't even smoke, so talk proper One thing about me, opps im smoking Then chain go dummy, fit, straight dumbass I'ma get it in like a nigga finna the Pump gas I'ma get the money for a minute aint a tough task If you talk down, then my shooter know to bust ass Chain on lightning Got it sayin (ka-chow) Nigga talk down and he ain't on nothing Nigga talk down and he ain't on nathan She can talk down, but she ain't on nathaniel Baby, you can ride till the wheels fall off Baby, you can ride till you break off the handles I went to the beach, put the Gucci on my feet Knew I'm goddamn well shoulda left in the sandals She was tryna f*ck the gang, you not getting run through, you getting trampled She was tryna not to make no noise, she's screaming , I made a sample I stood up, I burnt off She wanna hump like a back on the camel Yo, look at this, you is my bitch You talk too much, I'ma leave you in shambles I get too hot, I talk my shit Look at the mic, man, that shit really flammable She got that gawk, give her that dick She eat this meat like this bitch really cannibal She slurp me up like a motherfuckin' danimal She wanna rap, tryna chill with the boys I'm tryna tell you we move like some animals You make it seem like I don't have a choice I'm getting used to the motherfuckin' sound of you You telling me you in love with my voice My pockets grow the more I f*ck around with you I make it seem like them shits on the roids You niggas lame, jump from the plane Hot like a flame when I get deployed This bitch insane, she always playing Give me the brain, now I'm annoyed I got the drip, I make them slip You got the drain Yeah im the boy I leave a stain right where she's laying Play with that puss just like a toy I was in pain, pain, pain Till I grew up, made a choice I can't be tame, tame, tame Yeah, caged up, but I'm poised What is your name, name, name She threw that ass to the void This ain't a game, game, game I beat it up like I'm Floyd Yeah, yeah, where the opps said we don't pop pills When we sick where the docks at? Now She got red bottoms fuckin' with the crocks on G-spot, here she gon' bring a couple thots back I just got a shotgun, but I got a knockback You can ride back, see, see, still furred She gon' do a dance, get drunk, throwin' shots back Pullin' up three, now she move like curry I ain't gon' hate, I'ma tell her that she got that defense Sick like my name, Rick Burr Big boy camtime sleepin' on you niggas I'm a real big dreamer, nigga, she get scared She ain't gotta tell me that she love me, nigga She gon' make it obvious, she inna hurry Dark skinned bitch and she taste like candy Got a nickname, so I call her Wildberry
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