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again Playing for keeps I could teach how to scam His baby momma fye and it's quick like sand Hit her three times I ain't cuffing no fan I ain't fearing
y'all niggas green Started all this clout chasing, I hit you in your spleen I see I just gotta move on, last too long Smaller circle, my niggas stay
Just like the register, I'm keeping count, you can bet i'm a dodge that drought Gained some fans by word of mouth, best bet i'm the hottest out Watch me
be talking smack Been chill too long, time to react (Y'all got fans?) Yes, we do And sold-out shows so screw you too Floss got fame now, he's sexy
goin' ham on him Tory had to move from LA 'cause They put hands on him I'mma turn fans on him, all his shit taken My algorithms have risen, I got shit
uranium tips When it hit's many Mushroom clouds'll elevate From the three foot by three Foot hole Berettas make A few times I been around that track So
gone Love when you up but when you down you all alone I Ain't trippen by my lonely yea yea it's all I know I just hit the road & pray I make it bacc home
lames Beige coupe when the rain stains I been the same age, time at a standstill Hand me a Xan pill, smaller than anthills Hit him like kill cam, love
shake the city, so I shook that shit like a crying toddler Hit the gelato papaya, took a sip of the Jose Everything turned red for eight minutes, woke
spinning like rim tire I'm the supplier Nigga I hit the brick by ya I fix fire Fan on the brick dryer 6 driver attitude like a six niner You think you live
help you When shit hits the fan
everybody walk around wit' a pole now, what happened to fist fights? Would never hit a bitch, but wouldn't mind if I hit dykes, shit! I need an audience 'cuz
it left a mark it ain't no hickey tho Shawty call me daddy i'm big poppa like i'm Biggie hoe Hit the road a couple times I know this shit get risky tho
to learn Steel sharpens steel This shit ain't adding up Four hits without a strikeout Talking all that shit up in the dugout I'm a home run hitter batting
bread I don't play it it by the rules soon or later we all dead Ouu I been thru a lot of shit Sour bitches tryna climb up on me watch me take a sip I got
bluffin' If the glove don't fit you must acquit But mine fits and my fits hit And my hits lit and I won't slip Cuz I am it I am him I'm three hole punch Jim
killing shit We made it, oh yeah We made, uh Tough times you were by my side All I need is you and I We made it, oh yeah We made it, uh Hit me up you know
Yuh Gucci fur coat, Keltec extended clip Thermal ACOG with select fire Snake print Gucci belt, baguettes by cartier, Dior saddle bag I'll shoot
like we heard about you Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through That shit, fatter than all
like we heard about you Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through That shit, fatter than all
around Who I done sinned around Who I done spinned around And hit with the dag I'm sayin yeah okay like I'm bubba Get downed by foul play Like a mother
started to run you Know I couldn't feel my feet, I was weak, I said to myself holy shit! My shirt had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but
four-point, four-point-eight) What did it start off at? Three hundred thousand dollars So it's at $4.8 million? Yeah Cash Ayo, Hit-Boy I think it's
[ Havoc ] Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C. I only got three words to say: South - Central - Madness [ Prode'je ] Hoo-ridin in
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