Dead Folks
Popular Boy
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I can tell you my secret now I see dead folks All I wanted was the weed, smoke bitchos Antarctica coke, Montclair Leave a nigga hostile Just give me 10 bands, I turn that to Maclaren Just give me your office, I talk to the chairman You worry bout bitches being foreign, you suck me, you're bored I get money, keep my bitches on Dorian Money over matter, I choose my brothers No, I did not stutter, but green be our color My boot trap in peace like improving bladders I chill as a rapper, but chill with some trappers Look at my fork into you as a platter My plate like a fridge and my fridge make you shatter Freeze house with the way that I speak Confidence be my play or technique I'm absurd, I'm unique, and I'm hurt, and I tweak, and I'm hurt, and I'm weak with strong ass, I can't cheat Dirty Venta make a whole fantasy I pray that Santa leave a part in my tree I can't tell if I'm asleep And I can't tell if I'm asleep or I'm barely awake And I make my own style, boy, I make my own waves And I move really wild, make a wave like my wake Send your girl a milkshake, spread all the girls to the yard Diamond pearls, then go in yard iPhone 6, I'm the charger of my car Honda Civic, well, my belt cost a card, cause the car was a gift Off the bar, I'm a biff, I put hoes in public You need cars for your bitches Boy, that's Frederick Douglass, nah, nah, that's dead and shit Not dead and he's dead, fam Love my dawgs cause they're bail posts Locked in a different city, but my bro came to get me That's all roadrunner, what I call no other I cut off all undercovers, you call me your brother Bro, I call your mother, I tell her, you lie Why your piece on FaceTime and she sleep on your guide And you still buy her diamonds My nigga, you trippin', you find me, I'm diggin Cause X marks the spot, shot like it's Doha, I spark up the pack Man, that's me and Leo What up, man DJ back with what I said What up, dawg I'm hot Man, that's me and Leo, Civi, woah, man, you can't miss it He comin' through the north He comin' through the door
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