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Thats what you get you give me love and happiness
My brother kari so retarded he dont need a stick
Swear to god he'll find yo home over some
She trade it all for Gucci Louis
I might Prada that
I'm from the heart he rich by heart she had a cardiac
You know we pushing P and I ain't talking
you left me cold, you a pussy you are broke
Fock off by my zone, you are fucking digging gold (Woee)
Ain't wonder I just go with my cash on Louis
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Is speaking of life that passes like dew
Forced me to see you've done better by me
Better by me than I've done by you
Now what's to be found,
Can you joog wit me
Can you joog wit me yea
That bitch want Louis Vuitton
And she want Gucci too
So she better be careful
Who she give coochie too
Let
Stacking bills tall like Shiganshina, I got a big wall but it'll never fall
Getting kissed soft by a stone hard bitch
Give her stone hard dick then I send
feeling that you get when you listen to breakdown by young j Cole
Now I'm Breezy with my bro
It's getting Crazy on the road it's looking like a rodeo
And that's six expressions more
Than all the Barrymores put together
Only six?
Instead of kicking me
I don't think they give me a lift
I think it's
keeps on pouring in
And it speaks of a life that passes like dew
It's forced me to see that you've done better by me
Better by me than I've done by you
Hey, homeys!
Who me?
Yeah, that's right. You the fly hustler.
Ya'll still sellin' that fake Louie, huh?
Hey! Don't be turnin' the high side up in
on the stu now that's what I call shopping
Trying to steal my flow I see you trying to go shoplift
It cost to be the boss
Nickname Ross
They wanna see me fall
rock out, I
Bitch know i pop i when i pop out, I pop
She call me daddy, call me poppa
Poppa smurf by the way i'll pop out and i'll pop you
Sell drop's
callin' me Papi
She love when I pop It
She a head doctor
Yeah she need her doctrine
You be my sponsor
Take you on tour to all of my shows
Give you all that
Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr.
You can't handle no freak like me
I eat it up well before the ripping
Play if you want no wanda syking
Don't give me none them, I'ma start striking
anything you want
Take you to the mall
And I'll buy you Chanel, Louis Vuitton
And you always treat me right
And I should never treat you wrong
I'll get you
but we don't give a fuck
Copy-Catters bite us, they swag suck
Know you bitch nigga's gone hate my guts, bite me
If you think I do re-write me, they say
Hoes say I'm cute as fuck
My jewels recruit a slut
Coupe guts like the inside
Color of noodle cups
You a tough guy? Me? Never
But the orangutans that I
up by a family, and that is all we need
So that we can be successful as we want to be
The future is in front of me so here is a taste
Of the future
Nigga, that's what them noodles do
Thought I'd be dead by the age of nineteen
I been doing this shit, it might be brand new to you
I needed food on my
Cos I know I'm doing right
No one else will do
Some say you jazz me
Others say you tie me
Well if that's for real
I'm lovin' it
So let me be
When I look
like I'm flexing
Now that's a stretch
Armstrong, I'm armed strong in my stronghold
Broke the mold they made these fake ass rappers in
Don't give a fuck
need to be
That's majesty
They be like look at god yeah look at god
That's majesty
That's majesty
Ok k k
Give me mine
Black man 29 still alive
Shit
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