Woke
A.Devinci
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I got babymammas I got plenty drama I dont need no bitch ass niggas round me Fucking up my commas I might bomb you Beard like Osama I get ganja from Bahamas Then I smoke it with your momma No zoo but I got llamas No zoo but I got paranhas No zoo but I keep it jumping Got them girls showing me thier monkeys Back just like I promised Hotter than a sauna And I'm doing numbers I'm not flashing Im not fronting Back to take what's mine I been on the ground All in my design Complete like number 9 See me I just do it while you rappers Yall just trying You, I pay no mind Hate me like I cut in line Bitch I'm from the Carolines Greenville mt stomping grounds Home to crooked cops Ratchet bms, like clowns Niggas that's fake balling Politics that's pedophiles And the way some niggas be acting Like they're itching to get a trial I been up for three days Ain't no fucking sleep Yeah my kids, yeah my kids Yeah they gotta eat These rappers think they're bouta lose Now they gotta cheat I did my time sewed my seeds now I'm bouta reap I though told you thought I told you I was back I ain't Rick Ross but I keep a big stash I ain't Santa Clause but I keep a big bag I don't f*ck with Apple but I keep a big mac Who am I Hotboxer top nother slash you so fly Top shotter block shopper past super high My raps be superfly My swagger you should buy Got her open she was super shy Now I might suit and tie Like I'm like Bruce Wayne But if f*ck me over Then I catch you in the night Might bomb you like Hussein Man I'm hot like 2 flames You cool like Koolaid Man I f*ck the track up leave a mess Man I might need two maids Might need a crusade Ey baby my crew paid Aquarius waterboy Might hit you like Bobby Boucher On top like tupeys You hoe like Pookie Im higher on the food chain Hotter than creme brulee, hey I'm fucking around This might fucking town I walk around like contraband I might have a fucking pound They say that I'm the man The say they been around Whole time they been around They did nothing but put me down I been up for three days Ain't no fucking sleep Yeah my kids, yeah my kids Yeah they gotta eat These rappers think they're bouta lose So they gotta cheat I did my time sewed my seeds now I'm bouta reap I though told you thought I told you I was back I ain't Rick Ross but I keep a big stash I ain't Santa Clause but I keep a big bag I don't f*ck with Apple but I keep a big mac I'm in my zone You in my way I be getting made I be getting laid I go penetrate No you can't evade Haters can't invade They're just throwing shade Never been afraid Never been the spade Always been a black sheep Grinding on the stray I done came from nothing Now I fix my own plate Cause I hustle through the night Hustle through through the day This really me, I go hard don't it You know that HaziiiBabiii got them bars dont it Taking king shit Rapping czar don't it This is just the fin You're about to see the shark homey yah
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