Frying Pan
JVN3
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I got my 8th Nd a 5th And I’m thinking bout ways to get rich I done tried again Straight up out the lows of the Lions den Now I’m eating steak out that frying pan Ion really care if it’s smoke in the air Nigga you ain’t my bro u could die again I already know I can’t die wit friends Anything I get I can buy again Steady sippin holy water Might just pull up f*ck on ya only daughter Till the date free my cousin baby 380 Boy I swear he done fucked him like 40 shorties Had a dream I was out there in bora bora Telling bitches they dogs like lil Shordie Shordie Broke into Dexter’s New laboratory Started cooking up shit like I’m Rick Nd morty But actually We find it we hide it behind the stove These new pockets bubonic who lied to you But who countin doe We find him we line him we crack his skull This Here the blue island of new radicals Nd It’s too magical Lil nasty hoe thick she at the door Don’t come on my bed we could f*ck on the floor I keep her fed then she gotta go Hitting licks Nd they looking fatter than a lineman Shawty can’t keep quite that she chew me up no trident now she laid out wit the itis Made me forget about a virus All day we be shining she do what I say like I’m Simon We could both walk in the mall if it’s on the wall imma try it You the type to walk in the stores wanna see it all can’t buy shit Know the boy stay in some fly shit don’t worry where I got my kicks You kids still getting stipends while I’m fucking hoes in the Hyatt Steady sippin holy water Might just pull up f*ck on ya only daughter Till the date free my cousin baby 380 Boy I swear he done fucked him like 40 shorties Had a dream I was out there in bora bora Telling bitches they dogs like lil Shordie Shordie Broke into Dexter’s New laboratory Started cooking up shit like I’m Rick Nd morty I got my 8th Nd a 5th I’m thinking bout ways to get rich I done tried again Straight up out the lows of the Lions den Now I’m eating steak out the frying pan Ion really care if it’s smoke in the air If you ain’t my bro you could die again I already know I can’t die wit friends Anything I get I can buy again I got my 8th Nd a 5th I’m thinking bout ways to get rich I done tried again Straight up out the lows of the Lions den Now I’m eating steak out the frying pan Ion really care if it’s smoke in the air Nigga you ain’t my bro u could die again I already know I can’t die wit friends Anything I get I can buy again Dope boy this dat piff Got a new bag put it on my ear I done used my gift now everbody think they know me No bitch we is not homies Direct me to yo hoe please You can catch me by my lonely or riding 'round wit GB
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