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smoked

Who the fuck is at my window dog?
We be slidin' round holdin' rod
I swear to God, pussy nigga boy I'll pull ya card, SRT supercharged
Bitch I'm

up, now they actin' right
We be shinin' bright, the opps mad, flexin' moissanite

My side bitch from Brooklyn
Pull up from that three
Hit the net

the old me
I tell her give me that pussy like she owe me
I ain't average I be runnin' round low-key
He tried to run from the shots but had cold feet
I'm

sticks, you big fool, this a big doom
Got a round up in a diamond bag, I let this bitch loose

Just gon' make your mama cry, it's a homicide
Every time we

make ya cum song
And i
Want to feel that vibe again
Know it's bout that time
Pull out then inside again
I might lose my mind
Fucking like the night dont

catch a glimpse in the low light
Black and blue, oh, you got me running
Show me what you do
You're breaking all the rules
Spinning round the room

talk they’d be shaking 
If he gets on with the right song 
I wanna fuck with the lights on

Sylvan verse 

I pull up on you gently even though it’s

tried to do me cray and I can't forget that
My lawyer got that out the way and I can't forget that
Forgive my lil' one round the way and I can't forget

ver en la esquina
I Took a couple Ls 
Switching it round, getting lean up
Feet up, im putting in work, so they feel us

Buss it like bachata
Eso no se

John, I'm lost
Falling down
Levels tossed
Efforts drowned
My mother, chasing me round 
Thea Belle knows not how
We feel so down

All I could say, so

Hands up, got they hands up
Damn his girl called me handsome
Tell lil man dem get they bands up

(Yeah)
Mama told me pull my pants up
I'm too busy s******

I'm wilin' out fuck around and find out I highly doubt this 
Running round and act mad just be a man, man you're tryina act sick 
I don't chat about

wasn't mean
He said "what you doing snooping 'round my place?"
And I saw a smile come across his face
So I smiled back and I told him who I was
He said

Baby tell me
Do you like it when I pull your hair, yeah
Tell me just when ya feel ya water falling
Can’t do it halfway baby I’m all in
Hey

Hook:
I’m

grabba, grabba)
Real deal codeine sipper, walk 'round with a purple liver, huh
I'm a fashion killer, I'm a shit popper, babe (shit popper, popper)
I'm

nigga gon' flirt
How you get shot by a man with a purse?
Jackie Chan chopstick, three-round burst
We skip the funeral, put 'em on shirts
Whole lotta drugs

that's gay
Couldn't be on me even if they tried
Cause I just pull up on the side
And hit him in his chest
Not up in his thighs
I ain't even gotta ride but

(Karats bitch)
Guardian in the cut ayy, rounds on 'em too
(On 'em too) like them Benjis green, ayy
I like 'em Benjis blue (I like 'em blue)
I see cash in my

up? She just next up
All theses niggas hatin', pull up
They debatin' what's your fuckin' issue
Why the fuck you waitin'
All this money I'm just gettin

better rush one
She a pretty lil bitch, she a plus one
If you chillin round me, you better bust guns
Bitch I like to tote guns, semi automatics
47 boy,

Got to run it up
Type of moves that you make when you coming up
Pick and roll it's a new season
Big flex for a featherweight reason
Yeah
Want to pull

me, so you cannot be on no bullshit
I was tryna preach my word to these niggas and then they put me in the pulpit
Thirty round gon' hit that boy in

smoke lil bitch I pull up with that led on me
Gotta keep that bread on me,
You is not my friend, homie
Psht, that nigga dead homie
(Yeah) The whip is red,

stuck round for the ride
Gon watch me win a grammy Promise momma gon cry

This ain't the way that i was made how i survive

A nigga wasn't born rich