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Face Tats
by Leeky2x
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Before the face tat they treated me so basic
Now I got hoes in my face like I'm jason
No more niggas in this room they clout chasing
He was high seen his eyes they dilated
Niggas talk down on leeky but I made it
We did em foul we ain't worried bout no flagrants
I came cookies n Dior she love my fragrance
Brodie gotta chop for a nigga w loose statements
A la joint put my name inside the pavement
Y my Jean cost these niggas car payments
She get around like pac I got juice get her naked
We got chops for the opps but I'm shaded
Niggas asking bout a bitch I can't save her
Niggas blind c my ice i baptized him
If he told u I'm not a joint he's a liar
I'm off a perk 30 I'm trynna get higher
Brodie got that white girl liz mguiere
I went to school w the scammers n killers
I can't tell these niggas chill not even a little
I can't sit up on my ass I go n get it
I really rap about the life I'm really living
Kick the bitch outta the crib after I hit it
I'll slap him onna stage like will smith
A saxophone I blow bands at sax 5th
You ain't got chip u ain't fly u dismissed
If uon got it rn then I could it
Niggas saying that I can't but I did itb
Ima trophy Niggas mad cuz I got motion
Don't even ask bout these bitches they all rolling
If that smoker had some chains she'll fuck em
These niggas lame you bought chains n u tuck em
My oops lame they c my face n do nothing
C it in my face w due time I'd b something
Niggas kno I'll take all fades I'm not runnin
Wilt chamberlain's chop hold a hunnid
We jus fucked the bnb up we ain't even tripping
Ian waitin in no line bitch im always skipping
This off the punch u thought I was I tricin
I keep some tricks up my sleeve I'm real tricky
They gon spin all my music till I'm dizzy
Before the face tat they treated me so basic
Now I got hoes in my face like I'm jason
No more niggas in this room they clout chasing
He was high seen his eyes they dilated
Niggas talk down on leeky but I made it
We did em foul we ain't worried bout no flagrants
I came cookies n Dior she love my fragrance
Brodie gotta chop for a nigga w loose statements
A la joint put my name inside the pavement
Y my Jean cost these niggas car payments
She get around like pac I got juice get her naked
We got chops for the opps but I'm shaded
Niggas asking bout a bitch I can't save her
Niggas blind c my ice i baptized him
If he told u I'm not a joint he's a liar
I'm off a perk 30 I'm trynna get higher
Brodie got that white girl liz mguiere
I went to school w the scammers n killers
I can't tell these niggas chill not even a little
I can't sit up on my ass I go n get it
I really rap about the life I'm really living
Kick the bitch outta the crib after I hit it
I'll slap him onna stage like will smith
A saxophone I blow bands at sax 5th
You ain't got chip u ain't fly u dismissed
If uon got it rn then I could it
Niggas saying that I can't but I did itb
Ima trophy Niggas mad cuz I got motion
Don't even ask bout these bitches they all rolling
If that smoker had some chains she'll fuck em
These niggas lame you bought chains n u tuck em
My oops lame they c my face n do nothing
C it in my face w due time I'd b something
Niggas kno I'll take all fades I'm not runnin
Wilt chamberlain's chop hold a hunnid
We jus fucked the bnb up we ain't even tripping
Ian waitin in no line bitch im always skipping
This off the punch u thought I was I tricin
I keep some tricks up my sleeve I'm real tricky
They gon spin all my music till I'm dizzy
