Chill Shit
MarcoMoney
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Lately i been on some chill shit For all this fake shit in the world you need a real bitch Most days i wake up and feel like herb i wanna kill shit Banana clip hanging off that chop it's gon peel skin I done took a million L's how the hell did i still win 7 shots coming out that steel feel like big Ben I miss my pops we used to ride around the block in the big Benz This a new glock just took it out the box and it's the 5th gen Aye uh all my guns horny Every single pistol got a dick Don't run up on me that's a warning 33 up in my heat on my seat Alonzo Mourning Bitches talkin like they freaks until we meet And then they boring I am not a P I M P But bitches pay me like they hoeing I was taught to leave it in the streets It's like snitching if you postin Niggas always cappin in they raps Then they mad i don't support em Like how in every song you got a strap But up in person you be loafin (The f*ck that don't make no sense) My bitch think i'm cheating i'm at the studio recording Niggas sneak dissing ion pay attention i ignore it F*ck around and hit them niggas wit two uzi's Chuck Norris Fuckin wit the opps you better duck with them like you in Oregon Nowadays if you ain't talkin bout no pape it ain't important Nowadays you gotta watch out for them snakes they in your garden Backpack boyz i just rolled some Blue Tomyz shit blowin Even if i'm fucked up i won't ask for nun Call of duty guns customize em now they pack a punched I remember eating free at school i ain't pack no lunch I remember giving everything and they ain't give me nun Why the f*ck this bitch just tell me that she love me only seen me once Chrome heart hoody wear it twice now that shit is done Yeah we blood but you tried to f*ck my bitch i almost smoked my cuz But it's all love you throwin salt up on my name i'll hit you wit a slug F*ck a nine to five i get paid off the distro kid They don't even know the nigga that died but they dissin him Dead stock kicks but the blick got extended clip Any problems bout Jada and the Smithin Will be fixing it Treat the piece like the mothafucka cheat ima dump this bitch How you meef but it took you all week just to punch some shit Ima put some double C's on my bitches feet like she sixty crip High all the time i just rolled up two quarters like i'm 50 cent Sippin wockhardt but my heart really don't exist He don't even got no car but in his bars he be parking shit Thought that nigga was my dawg i cut him off cause he just bark at shit I ain't never in my feelings i be chillin like i'm Nardo Wick
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