Al Pacino
Caleb Cayee
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Yea i see em creepin what they bout though Boy I'll pull up with my migos that's my vatos Want the money n that's what I'm here for We don't got no hearts tear your shit apart Shawty think i love her i don't need the b*tch Just please the b*tch Go and get the bag And now i need it flipped that cheese and sh*t N*ggas think it's sweet till they deceased n sh*t My homie pull up with that thang start shootin it don't lose his grip Better keep ya cool and sh*t N If i run up in ya crib better point to the sh*t Cause if i gotta look for it ima lose my sh*t No I'm the type to go and talk and shit I just lay low and plot moves and take that sh*t And if a n*gga hatin on me i say thank you b*tch Take his b*tch treat em like a basic b*tch Better Pray i don't see you say your graces b*tch Flush the toilet on your ass you a piece of sh*t Take the henny to the face i don't chase that sh*t Boy All this came from nothing on my gwuapo sh*t I just get inside my bag and then i talk my sh*t Talk that shit get folded like a taco b*tch And He prolly plotting on me if he nervous and sh*t The 45 to his face will calm his nerves and sh*t Drunk as f*ck I'm in the whip I'm on my swervo sh*t Boy I ride out with the gang and sh*t I Slang the sh*t You hangin with them lames and sh*t Some basic sh*t Yea my sh*t slap shout out Jamison She Said she don't like the henny sip on Jamison I got b*tches on deck trynna plank the d*ck Get my nut off say thank you b*tch Won't date the b*tch Whippin in the kitchen on some cake and sh*t That dough boy got me feelin a baker b*tch And a dime and a penny can't mistake the b*tch I be coolin in my bag off the sh*ts with it And the b*tch you came with I'm finna dip with it I see you mad Watchu lookin for Never liked a little always wanted more White and black b*tches in a 3 some that's a fast smore Say you in it for the money but you broke so Watchu in it for Went and copped the pizzle doubled back and then I made 4 What the f*ck you talkin bout You n*ggas ain't on the route Say you bout the music But you n*ggas really chasin clout I understand the hustle and y'all really trynna make it out But trynna fit in get you did In we ain't in To that agh Yea i see em creepin what they bout though Boy I'll pull up with my migos that's my vatos Want the money n that's what I'm here for We don't got no hearts tear your shit apart
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