Renfroe

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(TeezyOnTheBoards)
Feel like a boss when I walk in that meeting
You say that u killin' shit, hope that you mean it
Walk wit that Kel, I feel like I'm Keenan
I walk wit that Kel, I had to repeat it
Glock 26 on my brudda, he ready to blast it, he ready for static
I made it happen, this shit like magic, I told my momma ima star like I'm Patrick

Like Wala, magic
I told that bitch get nasty
I like my hoes freaky and classy
I deal wit the chicken like Zaxbys
I like Light Blue like Rigby, I keep a couple hoes in the city
That bitch got 6 like 50
She a demon got it tatted on her titty
Never talkin' bout the money, I ain't simpin'
Audi got 4 rings like Olympic
And I'm ridin' fish bowl no tintin'
Get money on my head like milli
When a n**** get gold she dig it
Shoot the Glock like Andrew Wiggins
Pink pussy like Miss Piggy
Paint her red like the hair on Wendy
I'm in the A like "No Kizzy"
Get some money, let me nut on her titty
Boy the bitches wanna run up a milli

And them bitches wanna run up the millis
And she say I'm a menace like Dennis
And I'm all in her mouth like a dentist
I pull up, she got scared of the engine
I hop out wit them muhfuckin' Benjis
N**** play, n**** shoot like a shooting guard
N**** treat it like spades, Ima pull ya card
N**** just made that right off of Boulevard
Gotta bitch, Eastside, stay in Fourth Ward
(Whoo) Hey
I put her on tequila, she turn to a eater
Bad bitch and she straight outta pageant
Bad bitch and she breakin' the meter
Can't take her to the mall, she doin' some damage
I just bussed on her titties, they plastic
Pockets blue, I ball I feel like a Maverick
All black track jacket, it's satin
Make that money flip, feel like gymnastic

Hey, hey hey hey hey hey
Told that n**** don't play play play play
Know my n**** gon' spin his ass, Beyblade
I ain't come to play, man this shit ain't no arcade
I feel like Malcolm, got racks in the middle
I fuck wit my dogs, they stay in the kennel
I'm on a one way, i ain't talkin' 'bout Pinnacle
I pull that K, make a n**** get spiritual
N**** nut on her face, make her taste my minerals
Don't need a hoe, that's the memo
Choppa it's long like a limo
I'm ridin' wit 10, no extendo
Gotta Eastside bitch, went to Renfroe



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