8261134
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Add me on the snap, slicc the loc, S-L-I-C-C the loc Man, I ain't care All on the snap, yeah, yeah Damn It's so crazy what a loss could do It could either make you, or it could break you, you know It's your choice to stand solid in this shit, you know Some shit just don't happen overnight That's on a G This shit that last, you know, it take a little minute to get there, you know But we gon' get there But you know Time to heal all wounds Let's go F*ck the opps on the G, I'll get you rolled up Put that pussy on my face, I need a close up Geekin, in this bitch and I'm tore up Baby love that drip, say I glo'd up I heard that boy want some war, we can smoke up choppa spittin' on that nigga just like Throw up They say I'm livin' life fast, I can't slow up Baby I could, Bag you out, come in hoe up I'm slidin' in that foreign with them doors up I get that fast bag, I can't slow up Baby geekin in this bitch with her nose up You can't trust these sucka niggas, they gon' fold up Man that pussy kinda good with her legs up I get that boy wet from the chest up Every nigga say they G, they ain't like us You see yo nigga, hella broke, he wanna fight us You gon' be fightin' for your life, you better give it up Is you down for the gang, you gon' spin or what All this ice on my wrist, got my wrist stuck Baby hit my line, but I don't pick up Baby, know I'm cool off her little love In this bitch and I'm geekin', off too many drugs I gotta bad heart, baby, I can't do love I don't want you, baby, you can give my crew love I slap that dusse, out his face, for trynna mean mug Every time I f*ck that bitch, she throw my G's up Nigga, I need to get my bag, get my green up Her bestfriend wanna f*ck too team up Man Dawg that pussy out, pick your weave up I spin up on them niggas, they know what's up Pop a nigga down, for, trynna poke his chest up Foreigns back-to-back, I done dip em all in blood All this money on this side, f*ck the city up Five hundred dollar blunts, these are not dubs Aye all about my check, just like stubs I'm not the nigga that want kisses and want hug Got a bitch, on the low and she got plug I got mop, I got glizzy and I got drums And I still be in her mouth just like gum Im whoop down to the feet, man, I'm too Chung F*ck the opps on the G, I get you rolled up Put that pussy on my face, I need a close up Geekin in this bitch and I'm tore up Baby love, the drip said, I glo'd up I heard that boy want some war, we can smoke up Choppa spittin' on that nigga just like Throw up They say I'm livin' life fast, I can't slow up Baby I could bag you out, come in hoe up From the street to the pen, bet that store up Baby like the way I talk, so she hoe up And these niggas act like yall G, y'all don't know us And if you ain't tryna f*ck, why you showed up Ten chains on my neck, you got your gold tucked 42, or the bell tryna poe up All them sticks in this bitch, you know we piped up Baby bouncin' all that ass, got my eyes stuck It's a rolley on my wrist, not the fake one Aye, I rather make some money, I don't make love Yeah, that pussy good, baby make it stay up My shoota popped that boy down off that layup I'm from the city, they don't never show you no love Big bankroll, we don't f*ck with no plug We in that water, but we got this gas from the hub All this ice on my neck, tryna cause a flood Shootas at your door just like grub hub I could make your bitch cry, out her make up Heard them niggas wanna say, pick that drac up You tryna keep up with the G's, you gotta save up Y'all sleepin' on them niggas, but we still up Man, that boy ain't got nobody, get your drill up Ain't no BFP, don't mix up That rolley heavy, I can't even pick my wrist up All the ass she, be throwin' like oh Jesus I love the 40, but I'm married to the Nina Baby, you know what I could do with your Visa I could turn a faithful bitch into a cheater I could get that pussy wet, Aquafina I could make your broke pocket turn greener All she want is good dick, and to feed her Man, you niggas too little like Caesar F*ck the opps on the G, I'll get you rolled up Put that pussy on my face, I need a close up Geekin, in this bitch, and I'm tore up Baby, love the drip, say I glo'd up I heard that boy want some war, we could smoke up Choppa spittin' on that nigga just like throw up They say I'm livin' life fast, I can't slow up Baby, I could bag you out, come and hoe up
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