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Jump on my dick 
Fresa pusssy boy im stealing your bitch
Grab controlers from the nintendo switch 
And stick em in her while shes moaning and shit
Im

tell me 2 stop cussin and stop postin sticks
I told ha that I’m not puttin on
Cuz Ma I’ll blow a nigga dome If he comin for the throne we gone send em

this/ 
I got jester by my side bitch you know what it is/ 
We came up from the bottom just 2 lil kids from the dirt/ 
You know it’s goin down when we pull

daily
By beautiful women saying they want to have my babies
And pussy ass niggas from the city that tried to play me
Salty from just one conversation
I

need a money counter use my thumbs to count it,
Sippin Dom Perignon smoking by the ounces,
I was broke back then now I’m seeing profit,
Bitches tryna

things I want to do I got em listed
Can tell you about my dreams but I rather show completion
Life of priorities and the first is better living
Took double

omo)
Party all night like omo omo (Omo omo)
Vibes on vibes like omo omo (Omo omo gbese)
Party all night like ohoooo

Tell em it’s drinks on me for

me
Give em' ninety three no reggie
If you let me serve you techie
I can't serve you by the line
So don't you ever disrespect me
Cause this shit here

money pitch that's that c note
That that paper stack bwoy violate get knock
Never get my hands dirty boy I got my thugz for that
Watch the way you move

be dumb rich like London Tipton
She stay by my side like she fixins
She gave me control cause we clicking
Clicking like Adam Sandler
Head and shoulders

bad in this fuckin' bitch (Huh)
No you never would've ever got to em'
No you never would've made a hit
Yeah, ain't no testing my boys cause
They comin'

honest shit to me ain't nothing
To keep it real niggas be bluffing you can smell it on em
I keep my circle closed tight niggas be telling on you
Trying

trying to pitch pitch
Popping pillies actin silly
Your girl giggle before she suck on my
White boy hillbilly
Somehow they still feeling me
Always wanna

I’m hated on by salty guys. (Truss)
They’re fed up cos they cannot ketchup I’m a saucy guy. (*Laughs)

S***’s so easy I can do it with my eyes closed.

understand why you ain't hitting my phone uh

Ey fuck em all
I rather lay with some bitches naked
I was in your fucking block this is money making
Please don't

Now the nigga you wasn't worried about is now applying the pressure
Yo, niggas be asking me like bro what done got inta you
I always tell em, gotta keep

bested, I'm the best
I'm in a league all by myself, you must be tripping second guessing
Look, tell me something
Smokin roaches got my lady bugging
Double

cuts
Roll up or youll get rolled on
I aint gotta call my shooter i told em to hold on
Stand by anyway anyday could be your day
Thats why i gotta live it

look her in the eyes
Tell her why her son died man it’s black genocide
Listen to my pride it’s tellin me not to cry
Listen to my pride it’s tellin me not

get the fuck)
Fresh what you tell him?
He say fuck em we get busier (You know that, know that, know that)
Yeah
Fuck them niggas feelings I came out

of contention
I'm impressed By, the mother of my
Beautiful daughter
And you don't weaver
I remember last year
When social workers, tried to take her away my

pods

Spacing out look like I'm gone
I'm just gettin in my zone
Tell them hoes leave me alone
Yo quit vibratin' my phone
I be icy like a cone
I be

My Dog died he got bit by a Fox
I smoke so much I said fuck a detox
That work fake that shit re-rock
I know how to tell time Tic-Toc
Body slam a nigga

tell me otherwise
You just wanna take away my motherfucking life
It's a burning bridge
Inside of my mind
If you want me to leave
Guess I'll leave tonight