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to yourself How live it get, and I never let no rhymin' ass bitch Share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility You get the fuckin' picture, I swear by
the damn phone? Turn onto my side, I'm straight Wallet's by the bed, I'm safe Stop the fuckin' world, I'm flayed What a fuckin' mess I've made Nights
a redneck, that fucking redneck Rapping to this bitch with a redneck, Violent J gonna step to that red ass neck. Bitch you're a redneck, but I gives a fuck I'm
find out who gon be the rest of me Tryna find out who gon fill the recipe I won't let these thoughts get the fuckin' best of me As the day goes by I look
do it by herself I don’t do the love, but for her I might’ve fell Pussy wet as hell, it’s so slimy like a snail And, bitch, we locked in, tell yo’
Fuckin' up your friends we can do it all night [night] Keep that talk and I'll hang you by a fucking bite bitch Claim to be a shooter but you'd rather catch
way to hell No light Can't Stop me what Tha Fuck Inspiration . Burns through me Like a child of blasphemy Lies Fuckin fuckin lies
Boys, boys Boys, boys Boys are young, boys are old Most men act like boys I'm told Just ask a boy his point of view He'll run that man stuff
orange on him (bang) Shoot you now it's orange on ya (red on ya, dududuh) Ayy, ayy, now it's dead on ya Dead mans in my pocket, ayy, and I spend 'em
wanna get under my jean Fuck me, you fuckin' the team I don't know why the hell you say somethin' bout shoppin When you know you can't get a thing And no,
racks I just keep renting cars Niggas tried to leave me and desert me in the fuckin dark A lot of shit I went through all that pain fuck with my brain,
fo’ yo’ neck like Jeffrey (Hah) Gettin’ Epstein money, shout out to Bill Clinton Bill Gates, stackin’ bills, money in the fuckin’ bank Fuckin’ ‘round
white be killing me Ride me like a 4 x 4 I can't deny this chemistry I'm fuckin' on a frenemy in love with her allegedly Don't wanna go to hell but she
Blinds closed over the windows bombs in the lawn Dry air got my skin cracked, got a pile of shells stacked, I'm the reason that hell's packed I'm not
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9 Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
the gang, put his ass on channel five Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9 Patty cakin' by the hoe, that the reason that they die Otherside fuckin
a hole in your chest like Tony Stark If you try run away from the shells Crash into man like it's Mario Kart Tryna send these niggas to hell These
in my Louboutins, fuck New Balance (damn!) San Vanadria, how me and BP (heh) Sellin' chronic like it's Snoop Dogg, that was '93 Blue coupe, red
around the way Gain the points until the whole race traps And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops The projects are hell, wait a, minute
his fuckin' throat I shoved it Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga, Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor See I be drillin'
it's cosy Watching telly, doing dishes, patching pants and making wishes And he'll say, Bill should have wired And, Not tonight dear, I'm too tired
Yeah This beat is crazy, shout out to me All you little fuckin', uh, D League, peasant Tier 98-ass rappers and little clickbait-ass journalists
the ghost of Biggie My mind state Like the crime rate I think I'm John Gotti Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie My mind state Like the crime rate I think I'm John Gotti Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari Like the black Liberace
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