Deli
OTB Chucky
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F*ck a hoe, I go jack off and used to eat sleepy shit until I got that pack off Plenty of hair, you just got bald, throw him a little stepper, call me when he dead on the asphalt Puss, they say, how the f*ck you ain't signed yet? I'm on my shit, I don't mind it I had a pack in the mail, the same size as the bricks I'ma play with you, play with your kids She's givin' me some head in the deli I got orders for fifties, bleakies on deck and we shoppin' with fifty I'm plottin' out pressure, you don't know who with me What am I sayin'? You askin' too many questions Tell her, y'all niggas trash, I'm blowin' this hair out Motherfucker bought that, bought it I'm so high when it's taco, we split it And the clip, that be long as a midget Splash on your bitch, got that drip in my fitted All of my bitches, they slide, they be with it She's some crazy, we throwin' a schmitty I think I see she poppin' a titty She poppin' a titty Look We out there, P-Hugo, shout out to Hoodie Yeah, let's shout it, we gon' let her follow you Let the hoes come through, 500 if we don't block Take your shit, we goin' up on the Instagram I ain't gonna steal a fan I wouldn't rest in the kitchen, I'm flyin' shit out the window like I was Peter Pan I handle my own shit, I own shit alone Middle finger to the middle man Anybody, they can get it when they want it Finger-fuckin' bitch, she gon' tell me when she comin' Jackie and his bitch, and I ain't next to him There's nothin' that he ain't done If a nigga trippin', get the bust up My money mean my pride Central nigga got the money, we gon' ride him Boy, I'm simply a P-I-M-P And I'ma let it go until the clip full empty Who you talkin' to We gon' blow this bitch up to the moon That's how we move on I got that candy and it's gonna make the news If you shoot, let it pass If a nigga alley-oops, the breezy beat Trippin' off them drugs and slayin' Got a call from the opps They said, just get him too If you trippin', I'm sayin' you know who we comin' to I blow 50 out the tank and then we get him too If I catch you breathin', we gon' catch you in that chopper room We a bitch-ass gang Let us live up You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures YBK, Prince, and the P-I-P We gettin' money and we bout to snatch your picture Go figure One beat, ain't no broke niggas She said she wanted to chill I let her roll with us She said she poppin' a pill I let her smoke with us Put my nigga in it, feel like a fuckin' boat with us Yeah, girl, I know your nigga Mack Now you gotta buy a bigger bag Dime the rings and pop the tags And you still gon' cheat with your bitch ass Callin' me crazy You know a nigga really got some screws loose Yeah, but come try to play me I got a hundred killers on the other end of this Bluetooth
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