M.B.F
Holy G
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Long hair, no dread She good on the bed Long sleeve on her mouth She likes how it taste She's tryin her best Im pulling her out im pullin her braids This shit goin sicko mode there aint no rest Im switchin the flow like im highly possesed Just spittin the lyrics i jotted on desk Really, im feeling like king of the west Im dizzy like wizzy and the best of the best Im coughin im sneezin aint takin a break Wroking till late i aint gettin my bed Living my life like its getting too late Switchin my styles cus ol one got dead Plans and figure but OD in head You gotta figure if i dont get paid Trigger a killler gun fly like a jet Im dealin your dealer like el chapo said Yeah i aint Got something special in me I broke up with my college degree Pull up in a smoke you can't see Pulled down with the dough this aint free Cool down for the show with the tree Broksis they sipped on the lean Haters give fun like the Bean She likes to cheat on the scene She likes when I put on the cream Pour up all magazine, my guns Make a scene She cryin, she tryna look at me She tryin the signs, they lucrative She got a body i zoom at it I told her that she ain't do a thing I got a problem i look at it things get real and i shoot at it I signed the deal and they took a piss Gotta act a fool like a Ludacris Wait What the f*ck is this? I hit a dab get me that lap Dont get mad Fucked in the bath - tub Bitch im a bachelor huh You gotta ask her Bitch I am a bastard Bitch Im your master Stopped for a while huh (Still) You cannot match us Yeah no one can match us Friends they pass you the hugs Fiends they pass you the drugs They hit you cancer There aint no place w no plugs Strip with the dancers She fighting for sex Im craving for hugs Fighting distraction Alone in my mansion Yeah Alone in my space ship Nights get blazy No lie Roll up the weed, no lie Mix it up kief, no lie No lie Shit get tasty, no lie No lie Dont even test me, no lie Fuckin yo bestie, no lie What you gon do? GO CRY Rollin the ball like messi Im Highest of all, bless me Playin the game im pressin But None of yall impress me I got called, she miss me Its yo wife, come diss me She Hit on text like bitch pls On my grind all fucking time But i be still smellin some snitchin Cooking up all of you bitches And i End up with tooth pickin Ion care if you dont listen Just Took a L, its kickin Yeah F*ck it Thought i was done? Son of a gun! Non aint done, that aint like where im from This is that everyday shit This is that errday vibe in the bitch This is that blow for the snitch This is that breakin the teeth This is that breakin the hits Somethings you never admit Its time for the show take the seat This is that boy from the room This aint no boy from the street
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