Artt
Fatty LowEyez
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I said bitch Where dem bags be at My niggas pop like crisco Dont f*ck wit Malcolm but Ironic how am really in the middle Gotta send em directly To the grave cuz they can save Him at the Spital plus When i get off the drank Shit start changing like Dolittle She gone open up After i touch the front OH she a kindle Dont make me take you out And blow yo top part Like Nintendo I really miss my old plug He used to sell it to me Out the window I told a nigga Watch his mouth My brother really Work in dental I really wanna slide down And watch his crew Do the mannequin I told the bitch don't f*ck wit me I get in hoes head Like a bobby pin Should i take the blue or red Pill and power like morpheus Bro gone beat his ass twice And am a finish him Guess that mean am scorpion Do my stupid dance When i see the bitch like Am some kin of urkle nam Im selling babies Poof poof in here Just don't tell timmy turner nan Dont make me call fat tan He a pull up Slide the doors On a old ass caravan Flintstones for the low Ima name my son bam bam Interstate we aint Gettin caught with contraband I swear my gun Got a mind of its own It keep asking me Who is y'all niggas So when it blow Im just warning you niggas I aint even have my finger on the trigger Next nigga outta line And somebody dying Pow right in the kisser Ima leave him out to dry Hit him from the blind Ima pop up like blister Do you got courage To move the bag Or you a cowardly dog I hit the shit And made it stick That shit ain't move like rosa park Open up the bag That shit funky Did somebody fart He want a eighth Well ima give him pie chart Plus am selling sacky's on sunday's But i still praise the lord He say he gone get his stuff back One day he said probably tomorrow She say she really like my music Why cuz its a work of art But let me push the start I roll up backwood cigars I just put a beam on this lil bitch Case a niggas running to far I just dropped another seed Im selling Big ass batches of indoor Pockets full of cheese Bitch i been eating Without a fucking fork Chainsaw a nigga knees And watch him bleed Jedidiah Sawyer But what the f*ck you niggas Need riding round wit stink Better place a order Oh this gelato 33 But it cost a lil more But i just told a fein If he do a deed He ain't gotta pay for it My bro been dropping bean And smoking weed He keep complaining That his cheeks sore Young nigga Got the game on lock Without the keys Im thru the front door
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