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Uh, I'm shootin' niggas from the gate Black Trey Pound that shoot eights, five shots
to his face Probably have his shit burnin' like its mace
Runnin'

to stay safe so
I got the Glock with no safety out
I roll my problems up in a backwood
And face it out and I stay high and
Stay out the way sitting on acres

around shut up
Her Pussy smooth
Ima beat it like criminal
Picasso paintings on your face
My favorite ritual
You love running
We in this room
Where you

des mythos
Billionaire Boys Club ice cream
RnB j'me sens comme Tayc
Fanta citron fuck un ice tea
Drippin' j'suis pas froid j'suis icy

Amad Steiner pour

I been trying to run it up
Molotov cocktail, it's 'gon light your face up
Chuck it when we cross, bitch you better not say none
These hoes basic, I'm

pack, I got all of that
Shorty got an ass, and you know it's fat (Now pop)
Get the cream you a fiend for another stack
Live the dream, pop a bean, team

Hit her up asap
Just for the biscuits
Told her to lay there
She better stay there
face down ass up
Take this brisket
Ya dig it?
Scream little piglet

dick she stay biting
We stay fighting
And she smear it on her face like icing
She my cupcake and I like it
Debbie cake cream pie fill her eyelids
And her

always reassure my girl that imma never forsake her
My girl a 10 ain't talking no  walter Frazier
Take her out to get ice cream  vanilla  her favourite

climb on top and just mount on it
Go ahead and mount on it
You said you was all about the cream
Well put ya mouth on it
I need you to
Wobbledy wobbledy

Anxious, so I stay faded
Blow an 8th to the face to remain sane
Microphone medallion hanging from my chain
A reminder for my brain to get back in the game

All in my face
Being cool in shit
Niggas must think that I'm new to this

My teach use to say
Stay true to this
She said I had talent 
What I lack was

me playground cause I'm milking the cream that sitting all up in his sack
Ain't moving weight & I ain't moving dope but he calling me Kylin miss crack

calling junkie fiending
Ten toes down on myself I'm leaning
On my Wu-tang trying bring this cream in
Never been a sucka so fall back leaching, Bitch
On some

let her hit my Backwood
Russian Cream with my Russian shawty
Honey Bourbon up on Bourbon Street
When I'm in New Orleans
Got more money than yo daddy
21

kinfolk
We been broke, rise, the sunshine on another black child

Surprise, meanwhile different faces in the ghetto
We stop at different places, empty shell

tryna see what i got 
think cause i look good i got a lot 
but i’m comin from the dirt 
I don’t care about my shirt 
I just wanna make the cream from my

fucking for free
When I get inside you, I'm making you cream
Your head in the pillow, I'm making you scream
My heart in your hands, and we don't even link

it cream
Make it sing
Shawty is a 10
Got me feeling like dream 
            
Put the kids in her mouth 
Johnson family vacation 
Gotta keep the circle

alright
The sky might be the limit but I'm reaching new heights
Coast to coast, sailing new seas, I'm aboard the boat

I'm all about the cream like Oreos

believe me now
Now I get them froze they like wow
Twelve hertz coming through he the face of the crowd
Twelve hertz comin through he the cream of the crop

smooth, she nuh scratch like record

Want it, she a crave my love, love har to me heart, don’t betray har eno

Look in her face & the place warm up, see say

fuck wit no bitch that’s not on my level 
I treat him like ice cream i melt off his face buh i’m going easy cuz he’s a soft serve 

I don’t like talkin

and try to surf on my wave this shit is tidal
Check your points, Passed the checkered line at the checkpoint,
By the time I face a joint my point guards