Lyrics:
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Thinking you hot we gon bustin your bubble
Racks in the safe but I carry a couple
He think that he hard we taking your card
Its gon
If he reaches
cash, cashapp, PayPal, checks
Take your girl panties off, I ain't know that she could get that wet
Better get ready for me, bitch, I said, ready, set
Take
Thats crowded n hot
Usually ringin wit shots
But bro just found me a slot
To tuck me a glock
If action erupt
My lil lady tucked
Ready buss
DNT make a fuss
you out I like the way you bounce it
She eat the dick so good I thought it was a quarter pounder
I met this bitch by accident I left her where I found
there's just no way
Last time I hit from the back she was bony
Last time you said you had that wet you a phony
And last time you was giving that neck I was
so wet he was off the Poseidon
So he gon swim plenty spawn
That is many gone from the clip
But if it is still stiff after round number 2 we callin
collard greens‚ diamonds fiji water hot tub
I ain't worried 'bout a cosign
Oh you tryna get a fix too? Nigga where was you when I was broke down?
See
one day, I bet
Walking to school and dodging every threat
Sprinklers on lawns that'll make you wet
Potholes on the road, a man smoking a cigarette
Life
that fuckin' way when niggas kicked your door
Look
You always ask me if I'm G, today I got time
Riot shields meeting Molotovs, that’s a hot line
Kill
the smoke
Just bust a hot bitch up in half, I stuck that dick all down her throat
I'm on my top, I catch them boys outside, I'm tryin' to up the scope
You
between ya legs
Drippin' wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn't let me
And know you straight beggin to sex me
got you undressing
that's a hot line
Kill your people not mine
Semi pro and drop dimes
Bitch
The protest is ducking rubber like is bath time
I fucking hate it when I see
and the beat
And the blunt and the scotch
About to get hot
And turn up the notch
Speakers a rock
All on your block
Blow up the spot
Rhymes that I drop
But
but if you slip they'll get you wet
Go head bust it show me how you does it
I'm throwing dollars on the floor ain't worried bout a budget
Go head put
Niggas talkin' all that hot shit, we gon' put that heat on you
Fefe, walk up down, feel like Jaden, put that kick on you
You lookin' like a bitch,
reason
Said he want problems so I came to solve it
Whole clip wet his back make him leap like a dolphin
Got the block hot
Imma pull up drop top
Bullets
shit gone change
But the power in me
Raised by a real one
No coward in me
All in her paint
Dwight Howard in me
All of these niggas
Turned sour to me
I
matter they suck
She walking right by me, I said "nice to meet ya"
I asked for her name, and she said her name "Lisa"
Cannot stay over, but I came
days
Bare feet in wet grass
Sunburned cheeks and tangled hair
The smell of chlorine
When did we stop drinking chocolate milk?
Anyway...
Thank you for not
A turn real bad
Get jumped by the ones who Think they're tough Till I hit a Fit of rage, then you have Enough
Kick in your head, if you know Then you know
the set up, trying to get my red up
bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue
So what the fuck they want to do,
seem like we got the vas
I used to relapse in my dreams
Sleeping on streams getting lost in the means
Searching for souls in a further lost world
Chasing hot girls when my
Too hot, get the fuck out my view
I'm with my niggas, they know what we do
Nigga run up, nigga might hear boom
It ain't a gun, it's because I'm
real niggaz gon speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin bout a week
you can tell i got cake by the diamonds on my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades
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