B.I.M.B.
Woo$kee
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Back in my bag Back in my zone So leave me alone I'm different from you Magnificent moves Ya bitch I showed em He envy skee He mini me Jus like a clone The molly for speed Of course I got weed The lean make me slo mo I'm not the type That I think you should try I am the type that you see And he's high Yeezy on feet They keepin me fly Bitch on my d I be deep in her thighs She wanna roll so I'm keepin her fried I am ahead We are not tied I gotta map You needa guide Better den skee Why did he lie Check my watch Check my wrist It's legit Why he tweakin Bouta broad He never hit Every beat Give em Never quit He needa feat Spend a check Let's make a hit Ima show em why really need the money Gimme straigh jack Hangover from the honey Tell her hmj But I ain't givin her no money Throw mad shots But his numbers lookin funny Step back You dummy For we Get straps And you runnin You might get a laugh Til we comin And you gift wrapped Wit no tummy Who this On sum new shit She poppin pussy like a tulip The molly fueled it Right after 2 sips Report this crime I lost my mind Kilt one beat Engineer start crying Kilt 2 beats Niggas think I'm jus lyin Red Bull Wit da molly In the car I'm flying Tippy Tippy Top Top Lick me Gimme Bop bop Break it down Like chop shops Haters tryna chop block Cuz my creepy flow Ain't seen before He a fake nigga like cb4 He fake rapper like cb4 Ima boss nigga I'm ceo Told you I shine You seen me glow She jus wanna wanna be on my team We know Floss on a nigga My teeth be showin Dropping off dick when my Wee wee grow You are not a factor You actor We'll leave you plastered Like a song I am your master For lyrics I'll do it faster Check it Wreck it Hopefully You get it Gas in my bag We don't smoke no unleaded Bitch gotta box frame So she unbedded Don't get it And the pussy wack So I won't hit it Pressure Pressure She want d I Stretch her Stretch her Stretch her Leaver on Stretchers Stretchers Stretchers Need S like Sketchers Sketchers Sketchers Summers comin My team up next Told him pull up then I don't need no threats Smoke and do drugs I don't need no stress If you rappin at me It better be yo best
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