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Rookie of the year ain't no point Red shirting Dressed like a scammer or a nigga that be serving They watching my stories hating and lurking These niggas
from you all You don't move me Before you come this way do your research killa They chalk outlining and t-shirting niggas They taking good fathers from
str8 flirtin me I get that skin like No shirting b Nuclear bomb her pussy is bomber My bands say Ray call them sommer Rocking a thong under her romper
they whole team down; I'm red shirting niggas Jerking triggers, putting purp in swishers, serving liquors To twerking sisters on the search for Misters
T-shirting them I wish I could bring Phife Dawg Back and just murder them (Rest In Peace Phife) I'm nasty, come test me Driving and shooting Niggas swore I was
height, can't catch feelings if I'm catching flights Back then they didn't want me now I love goodbyes, shirting too clean Faucet failure got em'
Imma machine Cleaning teeth with no Listerine T-shirt is now tangerine (Oh, that's the name of the song) Earl sweat shirting enough Yes, no shame and no
at these serpents I be damn if I let these people put Keenan behind a curtain I rather be Rolex flirting far from hurting Murano shirting blueberry lemon
mixtape bro I been dat! The plug still phones for his tings' back I'm still out 'ere on the low Give me 4-een for ah O' I was 4-een shirting snow I had 4
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