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The game is called life is you gone ball
Hang with some mice go jump with the frogs
I got some partners that's ready for war
She want me to love her
ain't got no blinds 
We can stare at the morning (yup)
But I can't be there all morning 
I'm a pimp, baby girl, I'm going, going, gone

I'm sorry I
vecina
Ayi con su mejor amiga early signs of a born leader
Since then been on the streets like parking meters
With my Adidas blue jeans and a wife beater
print she coming out the zoo
She like nice jeans her favorite color blue
Pulling up
And I'm suiting up
No flex zone so I keep my chain tucked
Putting in
said hell yea in them blue jeans
You want that ye well by all means
Y'all ask to play so we'll call teams

I wanna
I wanna

Spitting fire a pyro
Lighting
I got a girl named Boney Maroney
She's as skinny as a stick of macaroni
Oh, to see her rock and roll with her blue jeans on
She ain't that fat,
Yeah, I be drippin' like, Boo-Hoo
Leave a print on her ass like I'm Blues Clues
Swipe through the gram, who to choose?
I got so many hoes, I got so
never meant to be so
I took my pills I drown my sins
I met this girl she was into romance
I said girl please I don't dance i my blue jeans
Baby you're
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
a brown eyed loner, I march to my own drummer
I'm a piccolo owner and the labor of my mother's love
Honey you'd be a load off her mind

But with or without
shite I've had to listen to day in
And out at all me lunch breaks on the site surrounded
By a load bums that run their mouths brown's 
All I hear and now
the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat old monkey
I'mma buy a brand new Caddy on fours
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everything
Platinum
security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that
That lil bitch too mad I fucked her friend that go by Rosaly
I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop
(Yeah Sxpply)
Baby we can do it
We can get into it
Break a bitch back I’ll take her to the movies
The way she suck dick that’ll make a nigga stupid
rolling off percocet and molly
I take a blue and a half
I spend some K on a raf
Run up on me got a AK in my bag
I put that shit to your ass
Choppa on me its
this forever
Baby girl on a bean glad I got her on the team
Will in kill for her nigga what you mean I really boot
Pull up on her and let her drive she
in the bank
No Facebook, I got status, yeah
Fresh like I got a stylist, backyard like an island
Fill the car by the gallon, baby built like
Got the Raff print on my jeans
Trade a RavFour for that beam
Had a bad bitch on her knees ya ya ya
Call for back up gotta a team
Oops
Dropped
white, Latina
I done tried it all
But these birds they got the flu I'm tryna fight em off
Ain't forget because I'm low you tried to write me off
Need her
place
And she don't give a fuck she's celebate
Got blue jeans, white tee new shades
Staring at me, but she's looking right past me
I think she's bad for
be all I'm ever gonna need
She's like a beauty queen (oh baby)
In just her t-shirt and her jeans
She could be just the one I've waited for
Could be
I got a girl named Bony Moronie
she´s as skinny as a stick of macaronie.
Oughta see her rock n roll with her blue jeans on
she´s not very fat,
her ass is so big she cant find jeans
that dont look like blue jean paint
if you fit the description i just threw
listen up close this one is for you
spin a chair, like the voice, when my baby girl hears another song
She's back by the noon, baby's back is a dune, got her crawling on her knees for my

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