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Dam she told me I would need her uuuh
Summa cum laude she was raised by a preacher yeah
Told me how he violated touched how he beat her uuuhh
If its him

Larry damn I'm geeked
Im just getting by (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Every move you start to tweak
You ain't comfy with these diamonds, never been close to your

I thumb through the money, gotta feel for this shit, ayy
I been out the way, my name still in the mix, ayy
Started from the bottom, how I came up

goes
Ur bitch cant even talk my whole dick inside her throat
In my iphone New fat ass chick but i keep it low
In the Green burning but weather is cold
U

fuck me too
All my niggas got pape
She don't know who is who
And if we keep it on the low
She a fuck the crew
I got a hundred in the stash box
I been

Pushing weights that you ain't never seen
Mrs Charles to you niggas
My fingers create a murder scene

I hold my legs up for him while he push inside of me

If I ain't the best that ever did it, I ain't off by much
Like the words on the paper man, in God I trust
Shutting down the whole set, kill the game

Stick by the pole like a mf stripper
Strip strip strip strip
Peso

I fucked that bitch up in my nike slippers
Scored a 15 and i call it back ripper
Stick

Rapping tommy davidson tryna get with the woo  
Who knew i'll be bound to stand astute 
Come from the lows of the stoop
To expectations of the roof ceiling

Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
It's getting tragic
Don't let there be a tragedy
I'm Mr. Magic
Call me young majesty
It's sneaky Steve
I'm repping for the M-gang

of em
Push the harda way that's Penny cousin
I'm all up in that zone now
New Farrock you know I'm home bound
Mix with some Guy R Brew add a lil Merrick in

heart n given her my all
Asalamalekun, this is the cry of a god
I'm dancing with my demons but by morning they'll be gone
Asalamalekun, Malekun Salam
Big

Bad lil bitch
Feeling the vibes
She going eat up the dick said
She like how I stay out the mix but..
She love when a nigga be popping my shit

on the low
Let me smack it up and flip it, and a brother gotta go
(Oh no), I'm getting horny as hell
Nature rising, I can't control myself
I need a answer

play then he gone be a goner
Taking blood like a doner
It's a stick up like a boner
Masked up killing shit like corona
I Keep a stick let a nigga act out

by my homie who had asked for a lighter
I felt trapped
When yo friends try to creep on the low
But you tryna do right cause you still on parole
I feel

she ain't
Fuckin' with these broke niggas
Hi Tech, red glass, that shit pour different
By the time I'm ninety-two
Done ran through four kidneys
Laughin'

the hood bitch
They call me Mr. Goodrich, cause now I got the hood mix
How many more bitches, gon be jumping up on our dick

[E.S.G.]
Needing bout a hundred

as shit
Tryin' trollin', just a dick

Get up close and hit his head
Lil' dog, I put a bid
Don't be laggin' when we spin
The five never on these strips, uh

leave 
Lil 10 he tryna blitz
I told my nigga chill we gon hit
Stay cool and low and get up out the mix
Just get yo cheddar right
Stack it up and change

can hear em now, I can hear em now
I can hear em now
I've been rackin', stackin'
Comin' up on the low, doe
Takin' risks with my dawgs
While you want

to try to get rich
That's why I start ballin', I stayed out the mix, but we still servin' grams while we sittin' on The bench
I ain't have score on 'em,

laid
I see Benjamin Franklin and Andrew Jackson
So Im a hit the pole full of action packin
Keep it on the low I be really macin'
I be getting doe like

can't fix
Ain't talkin' LowJack when I say that I'm lit
Yeah, we got Gucci, we rockin' that Prada
I cop some shit, call it mix match designer
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