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already be walking round the town with a headless Anne Boleyn

Aye, this ho has got no brains
But thou art both the same
All the world's a stage
For my

nigga could
Yo ex a dead man, put him in a wood

If He could, then he would, and I really would
My girl real scary, she leave a bitch shook
She'll even

the beat, we finna break those
And we do this everyday ho
Yo, Bajo
What's that fly shit that you said, bro
Pack a pack of paper
Testing me like the professor

pennies
If yo sack low better be hugging that block go get you a brick
Better hope that tax low told 'em stop fucking these bitches go hit you a lick
I let

some problems
Cause I'm not gon' answer, cross a nigga up like AI
Like Reebok got the answer, said she wanna be my favorite ho
But I got me a dancer,

like Rolex, bath bombs, and cardigans
Scammers in Atlanta, yo, never swipe your cardigan
That's on the material shit
But I really wanna shawty on some

something down the road
We put love to that bitch, we moving real slow
We ain't doing drive-bys, so we hop out on that ho oh

There we go, I see the op

me i do not give a fuck
Yo bitch she giving me neck
I swear to god she do it the best

That nigga got shot, should've wore your vest
She love me too

bumper like I'm trying to give her ass a tow
Good pussy bitch said come over so I gotta go
Thick slim bitch fine but she not my ho
QP a gas in the whip,

the score like the motherfuckin' Warriors, my nigga, we takin' a team, yeah
I got a Glock with a switch and I keep me a beam (yeah)

I'm up in your ho, like

em
God given
Yea you know my shit be god given
Surrounded by deceit
Not gonna lie with it

God given
God given
This is god given
God given
God given

Bitch, I go by Clo
Shorty, I'm from the raq
And we lit as hell, in the party,
Yo shorty she throw it back
And you know we got them glocks , got these

been throwing mushrooms on my sandwiches, I backtrack
I trip about myself, bitch, I don't trip about yo' wack ass
I don't wanna talk, I wanna work
Pussy

vypadáš jako by jsi ho měl pohlídat
Viděl jsem tě venku, dělal jsi hovna
Povídal jsi mi hovna
Potom psal si že máš vokno
Po beatu jedu kolmo, jako tvoje

shift to a phantom then ghost that ho'
Sorry not sorry can't trust you folks
Switch to a whole new system makin' a song and its off of the mental
Face-

a fuckin' sing-along 'less you
Brought the weed along
Then ju (Okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the
Stars

him
I don't wanna jugg, but I am addicted
22 shots, yeah, I ain't gon' miss him
22 shots, yo' ho getting tipsy
Dot on ya head now he looking like

(Yo Adb, this beat go crazy)
(Hello Compact, is that you?) mm hm, mm hm
Mm hm, yeah

Finally ran you up a bag
Nigga tell me how it feel
Never switch

comes from what
Your lips spray
Some what that kid say, what I said yo

Mentally I'm busting more cherries than
That kid named Telly
I'm friendly like

You know i wanna shout out to The Jacka
Shout out to the mob figures man
Shouts out to live wire style and I see
You shake yo neck what it is mane

Probably hit your ho, in the backseat
On Franklin Road by the QT (Yo bitch)
They sleeping on us, but your favorite
Artist has a broken clock, mariachi

excite me i only want a check
No endorsement deal by Nike (Aye)
Smokin' on purple no Viking
Heard yo baby daddy wanna fight me
Tell him pull up, pull up,

of paint
And a complaint, cuz he damn sure can lecture
Said it's for the faint?
Know it's pure conjecture

Hey Yo, I know a skeezer who plays Weezer

friend named Pedro
Pedro he the plug now
He get it by the case load
He gone keep 'em coming long
As there ain't no delay, yo
All these niggas round me