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Pica$o

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(They wanna be like me, uh huh; yeah casso!) (I aint no teacher tho)(Its constant elevation)(You know what im saying But I can show you some shit)
If I turn millionaire tomorrow ill still knock ya off, we got real assault rifles no airsoft
Get dem bags gone so fast oh for goodness sakes, and my hustle so relentless i aint gotta take
They throw money at the plug I might need a rake, bout to grow a state farm you can call me Jake
Got a scripture on my arm I done sinned again, pour my sorrow in a cup thats a pint of hen
If you swallow down my kids then im witcha forever, tried to trap me with her mouth but im oh so clever
Had to starve some long nights but i knew it would look up
Got into a couple shoot outs but i still aint shook up
They wanna hate me cuz im real but i knew you was flaw but if u try me one more time den im goin in ya jaw
She just threw the pussy at me we aint go on a date Im already hungry again and i just ate
If you think that im a hoe then we can fight it out, they underestimate the greats but i aint have a doubt
All my niggas play with nine irons but we font golf, some my niggas in the trenches sellin weed and soft
If I turn millionaire tomorrow ill still knock ya off, we got real assault rifles no airsoft
Get dem bags gone so fast oh for goodness sakes, and my hustle so relentless i aint gotta take
They throw money at the plug I might need a rake, bout to grow a state farm you can call me Jake
Got a scripture on my arm I done sinned again, pour my sorrow in a cup thats a pint of hen
If i sense a bit of flaw i aint answerin my phone, what you did was some f*ck shit and you knew it was wrong
Ion even wanna f*ck no more i just want dome yea she slurped me at the hotel and i ubered her home
Got so much clientele i done got mad at my phone and i be beatin down the block wit a k in my arm
He got killed for that slime shit thats a tragedy when i step into the booth its a masterpiece
Spent like five thousand dollars on the reup Im a boss in the trap put my feet up
F*ck her the greatest now she singing like Anita im a villain in the bricks just like freiza
If I turn millionaire tomorrow ill still knock ya off, we got real assault rifles no airsoft
Get dem bags gone so fast oh for goodness sakes, and my hustle so relentless i aint gotta take
They throw money at the plug I might need a rake, bout to grow a state farm you can call me Jake
Got a scripture on my arm I done sinned again, pour my sorrow in a cup thats a pint of hen

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