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Awful hard to slang dick in these overalls
My bark done turned into a bite off these perc withdrawals
I'm throwing left right after right
Outside this gas station
With some shiesty looking bitch
Who redefine rape-y
I aint see or hear no shit
And that's my whole statement
I'm just out flexing on these cripples
Like a crack baby
I'm just jocking on the haters
And the white ladies
Smoking dubious amounts
That's why I rob ladies
My bookie hella jewish and the bitch
Ain't got no arms so we can't hug it out
Ruthless the way i'm breaking hearts
Nigga let's hug it out
Who bitch
A kilo worth of stems
I'll give that nigga rounds
Then i'll pull my pants up and shoot the brother in the face
Hold up
That's a sus line
Whatchu mean by that twin
His ass mine
Okay everybody stop what you fucking doing
Red fish black fish blue all my niggas shooting
Catfish bitch good soup
Got this nigga looking
12 out hunting clues
Got my niggas booking
Mo magic
Split you in two
Then go beat both asses
Leave you no clue
And just some broke glasses
I'll scam yo mama leave her checks flaccid
I'm up light work no reaction
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Deep in her gut reborn in the uterus
I got covered in pussy im used to it
Plan B but this dumb bitch planned it
Smackin smuckers i'm loving this sandwich
Wake up hard I stay hard off of principle
My shit ready to burst no cap bruh
Huffin and puffin i'm bricked in the vestibule
Snap a pic then i'm tagging viagra
Loud for a while now they all gettin used to me
Imma gas like a clown at a funeral
Face one blunt now i'm spittin indubitably
Kiss the beat but still fuck it like usual
Rent due mama didn't raise no bitch made
Trappin perc near the cheesecake factory
Sluts get motrin cops get sugar pills
And now the whole damn west side after me
I squashed the beef then shot my opps
To show I really mean it
My bitch got large amounts of farm
But still look wild anemic
Look why you brag you always hard
That shit can tank the evening
Besides the point to shit gone wilt
You can't retain the semen
Twitter finger running
If i'm trash then why you lookin
Salmonella on it
You know von be back to cookin
Fairly idiotic
Two piece got a nigga shook &
Medic on the block
Buddy boy pop like bass on booty music
Now I aint know it at the time
They said this kid too different
You got the gall to call me slime
Touch grass and kill yo-self bitch
Von got the bones going bones like a witch bro
Von got the hoes shakin ass like it's techno
Von got the bomb re-implanted in they chest bro
Plug not around we just smoked on some opps tho
My bad didn't mean to steal yo bitch bro
All swag I ain't shoot but still ain't miss ho
Go brag pussy still engulfed the dick tho
Go fast 80 through the special kid zone
I'm living comfy in yo mind
You need to straighten that
Worried bout the smoke you watch the sky
Like children in iraq
Von done ripped the pumpkin from the pie
Now you can't finish that
Bow ya head apologise and cry
Fo you get lit again



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