Smellin it
Gson
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My pockets like a graveyard, with all them dead presidents' in Motherfucker askin' who's he, I think it's pretty evident Player in the game, nah bitch, yeah I'm runnin' it Motherfucker talkin' so much shit, yeah I'm smellin' it I got a fuckin' bag, like I'm pullin' out a Walgreens Pair of black bottoms, I ain't talkin' bout my ass jeans Runnin' circles round these motherfuckers, bitch I'm like an athlete Pull up with a fuckin' belt, these opps, gon get the ass beat Actin' like he all that, he want smoke, we pelt him Me take a L, hell nah bitch, it's too seldom Drive by his house, turn his ass to a skeleton Heat in my pocket, you know I'ma melt him Said he hot shit, burn his house down with propane Talkin' all that shit, but won't fight, man you so lame Tryin' to be the big G, yeah tell him stay in his lane Bitch said I'm broke, just dropped eight, all on one chain Spin your block, no Beyblade, but bitch I'm bout to let it rip He said he don't swing that way, but why he bouncin' on my dick Up the choppa, let it singin', yeah he pissin' when he hear the click Up the choppa and go boom, boom, boom, and pop him like a zip Talkin' so much that he wash his ass with some fluoride Hoppin' on the bus, hell nah bitch, yeah that's your ride Chillin' with my niggas in the sand, sippin' mai thais Leave your ass stuck up in a chair, like you might guy When this shit get started, bitch be ready, ain't no time out Yeah I dropped like eight, but just you wait, till this nine out Ten toes down, stand my ground, bitch this my house Talkin' shit up on the internet, I'ma fly out This stick will leave your ass up in the dirt, but I ain't talkin' nature Blow up then I dip, call that shit Osama, see you later Caught him dissin', I pulled up, he folded like a piece of paper Sent him up to heaven, like he took a fuckin' escalator My pockets like a graveyard with all them dead presidents Motherfucker askin' who's he, I think it's pretty evident Player in the game, nah bitch, yeah I'm runnin it Motherfucker's talkin' so much shit, yeah I'm smellin it I got a fuckin' bag, like I'm pullin' out a Walgreens Pair of black bottoms, I ain't talkin' bout my ass Runin circles, round these motherfuckers, bitch I'm like an athlete Pull up with the fuckin' belt these opps gon get they ass beat
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