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schreibe am Meter, zerstückel die Hater Und arbeite mehr als ich muss wie ein Streber Baammm - hier ist mein Album und bye Ich bin wie meine Nüsse,
floss mode The life of a boss player Fuck what you thought though My enemies deceased Die like a bitch When my album hit the streets Niggas can't
floss mode The life of a boss player Fuck what you thought though My enemies deceased Die like a bitch When my album hit the streets Niggas can't
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade They've got
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade They've got
to the pumps Had you floating in the ocean Now you trashed by the dumps Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps Pockets so fat like it's raised by
New album the twenty fifth so you better mark your calendar Shout out Drive By Og's remember
I fiend bub full of green shrubs And mushrooms, I bust rooms, open a custom To float across the ocean with verbal motion the notion is boasting I'm
you fuckin' with And watch all the snake bitches sucking dick I'mma legend in this streets, high as fuck, Al Green Sitting sideways, gone off that Isaac
at it, after mathematics In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through, then I give you (still)
bullets like they made by kodak I keep it on my waist, I don't even show that Hollow hit him from the front, why he leaking out his back Now I ain't got no
hit it from the back Hitting threes like I’m green keep a hunnid on me yeah it’s in my jeans Doing dances on me while she throws it back Take you in
New G wagon on the way And it got the four by fours on it Pulling up deep like Klay And my niggas got the poles on em Sixteen hundred for the P I
yuh) First I spot (Zoom) then I scope and then I hit (Pah) This process for my enemies the same as for your bitch (Hahah) Shoot your shot (Swish) keep
Just keeps reminding us of the struggles They start pulling up pictures Of us getting hit By dogs and firehoses and all that You know like, my daughter
show you where this dirty shotgun goes Mad like six green mean joe's If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows Because i talk about anything that
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold Yeah it's
dir keine Sorgen, alter! Ich hab Graspäckchen da Ja, der Mac ist am Start (yeah), bring' dein Album nicht raus Steck's dir doch einfach direkt in dein
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade They've got
at it, after mathematics In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through, then I give you (still)
Yeah, whoa, whoa I just been feeling like, it's all clickin', you know? (Hit-Boy) Like it's all working out, and I'm 'bout to work out Colossal
option number 5 She Holly, and I'm her Tommy, her wallet is full of Johnnies Honestly, I'm appalled by the cash she bring around me, yeah What's a flex? I
to kill every nigga That stand by him or speak for him Can you stop actin' like you Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled? This idiot don't even know he tell
we're green little Martians Repping, Christ in the faith like we're the missing Apostles Living life by His grace immersed in the Scriptures and Gospels
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