Front
Tomoka Ryan
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Brewski on tap, I don't really hit the blunt I just hit the gas, then deliver in the clutch Know I love the ass, you should drop it like a klutz Hit it from the back, but I finish where I want Know you see the boy, I can get you what you want Problem with the fame is the shit came all at once I was sneaking in the back, now they let me in the front Now I'm sitting back, watching everybody front Ten toes down, I don't really need a crutch Ten months away and they thought I lost my touch OG status but I had it from the jump Long list of frauds that I'm ready to confront I got Karen in my blood, catch you capping, I will make a scene I can't handle all these local weirdos playing make believe Know I'm hurting feelings, just be careful how you're rating me Scale of one to ten, I'm Eleven, word to Stranger Things I'm too goddamn real for artificial You're not on my level homie, not even a little You can run your mouth, but it would not be beneficial Your man looks like a simp, and I'm just trying to keep it simple Trust me, I don't see the issue Faded off the juice and I'm just trying to keep it civil Finally certified, they just made that shit official Got the key to the city, playing monkey in the middle I got Uber on the way, let me know where I should send you I really hope you're documenting what I'm turning into I used to rock Daytona Beach when I was shopping demos I made it out the mud, never Switched up like Nintendos When the squad wants it all, tell the waiter keep the menus I remember scalping tickets, now we're packing out the venue I don't even sign for checks no more, they're cool with my initials Heard it's Stepdaddy Season, and Tomoka loves the kiddos I ain't kidding, quit pretending like I do this shit for giggles I've been winning, please don't twist it like a nipple I erase the competition like magicians with a pencil Know I'm hitting close to home like a triple Know I'm hitting close to home like a triple Tomoka loves the kiddos Brewski on tap, I don't really hit the blunt I just hit the gas, then deliver in the clutch Know I love the ass, you should drop it like a klutz Hit it from the back, but I finish where I want Know you see the boy, I can get you what you want Problem with the fame is the shit came all at once I was sneaking in the back, now they let me in the front Now I'm sitting back, watching everybody
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