Vince McMahon
PrayforJoeyy
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I put my bitches in christian dior I got cash but im tryna make more I put my bitches in christian dior Woah I put my bitches in christian dior I put my bitches in christian dior Yea you know I got cash but im tryna make more Everywhere that I go I pull up two door Yea tonight's going down like monday night raw I just pull up with a stick man I feel like thor I ain't fucking these bitches unless she ain't no whore Keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force Snuck her in but she better be out by the morning Double cup I've been sipping hi tech If that nigga ain't gang he ain't earn my respect All the racks on the floor I be making it wet Heard he tryna make cash cut the dice and lets bet I just make her lil tap tap give me head I be smoking on cack jack got me red All that lean I might nap nap straight to bed I be high on the flap jacks on a jet Yea I send a nigga back Send a nigga back All these balmain jeans make a bitch clap Twenty twenty yea im still rocking snapbacks How you go around town doing my dance How you go around town claiming you gang Stacking them hundreds no fifties I get a stiff from my glicky He ain't doing shit he ain't busy Riding around town on the molly im tripping I got this cash on me yea I be flipping I make my shot I feel like scotty pippin Blew off his leg now that boy started limping Smoking on diesel I got these hits in the trap like the beatles I was the one serving packs when it was illegal Molly san tan got me high like a eagle I went and got my lil baby new birkin Couple weeks later on my phone she was lurking Told her to chill a young nigga was flirting She left with the birk a young nigga was hurting And none of these bitches is perfect Spending racks and that stress it ain't worth it I just talk to the lord on my knees Oh wait I forgot But im still serving packs after church every week Hit a blunt with my deacon he asked for some sheets She suck on my dick I just tell her to preach Yea she got a fat ass and it look like a peach Yea these niggas some lames and they still tryna leach I go high on the keys man I feel like alicia Why that boy tryna fight man he ain't got no reach All this water on me like I came off the beach Sheesh I put my bitches in christian dior Yea you know I got cash but im tryna make more Everywhere that I go I pull up two door Yea tonight's going down like monday night raw I just pull up with a stick man I feel like thor I ain't fucking these bitches unless she ain't no whore Keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force Snuck her in but she better be out by the morning I put my bitches in christian dior Yea you know I got cash but im tryna make more Everywhere that I go I pull up two door Yea tonight's going down like monday night raw I just pull up with a stick man I feel like thor I ain't fucking these bitches unless she ain't no whore Keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force Snuck her in but she better be out by the morning
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