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Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
crackers livin' good, that ain't what my stomach say
Every slutty you-G-A who daddy pay they way
Wanted me to stay and play, well Betty gotta pay to lay
I
the guts
A Black girl LBGT+
I'm a cis, straight man doing something sus
Two M pills like I'm hit by a bus
City bench spliff, gin sips, Robituss', self
bidda the forty-five dollar bill?
And from that boy that went to school there grew a man who played it cool,
He come back home a full fledged
me gone and twisty, make my other women miss me
Just by the way she kiss me
Hold her with the index and thumb tippies
Mind flow is trippy
Hard
Look i'm done entertaining the bullshit man
Too much fuck shit's going on
Alpha mentality look
I've seen a lotta fucking betas
In my circle lately
crew by the one man team
At a barbecue by the cutlery (Ayo what the fuck?)
I'm a hitman going on a shocking spree, keep your distance, you don't wanna
rubbing on my six pack
You want six then bring six back
My nigga want like six hats
Hold on wait I got it
She like how Antboy rocking
All the hoes be
she's quick to show me off
I know enough but I don't know it all
I listen it all my big hommies
To get advice as a man
I grew up trifling but tried
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
own can't handle it
Hand on chin to keep my head up
Ain't no time to kick my feet up
Barely get to roll my weed up
Stole my art supplies
Had to get by
heights like the Brothers Wright
Or we could start back at one like my name's McKnight
And what's left, you become my Mrs Right? Mrs Right!
Yeah yeah, I'm
I just want you here by my side
I don't wanna be here, baby, on my own
Yeah, don't you wait, don't think about it
Yeah, don't you wait, just come
What the fuck you smoking, that you think I'm joking huh
Best back off don't provoke me, imma hold my heart
Feel the pain, go insane, my girl gimme brain
what you weight gimme mo'?
Stay workin' back do', till every sack is sold
I'ma hit you in the back wit' hot callico
If not then my rock, it I can hardly
me that text back, like c'mon)
I had you on my mind tonight
And you're looking pretty good that's right
I think it might be the time
Cause I've been
Everyday that goes by is another day I want you more
I'd give a million dollars to see you baby standin' at my door
I'll lay you down and tell you
the rear
No looking back got to ride out of here - like
From the drip of my walk to the drip in my talk
All these bitches be smiling they talking
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
Got me sick to my stomach
I ain't go out by no ulcer
Niggas ready
They say it's whatever
Daily by the deli
Lurking heavy
Bitches think they clever
No
gon' leave it
Neptune lookin boy, she ain't no Venus
Betty's so bad she don't need no tab
E'rything free that she throw back
E'ry dude here put
about that, nigga?
Yeah!
You been fucked by a mac
I take that dick with a arch in my back
I throw it back
You got a bitch?
I'll blow that bitch off
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up
Stackin' my dividends
Straight out that
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