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on my neck and that’s a fact no I don’t cap I got a grill in the back with a half naked girl with a rack that look like Nicki And a WAP like Cardi I’m
that are overdue Still got some dreams that ain't come true But I got a girl I can hold on to With her by my side I'm B-L-E-double-S-E-D Alive and well
I know who's gun it is Just by hearing the shots that's Bo That's Little Mack Damn baby who the fuck is that?! I can tell from the way that he
The world that we live in Is twisted and I’m anxiety-prone So girls be eyein me at parties But I be tryna be home Cause I’m tired, man I’m so fuckin tired I’m
what I'm sayin' Whatever you need, csain, you know what I'm sayin Don't want a chick that's worried bout another chick Let's get rich I know you probably
still getting bodied for phones Sometimes the truth don't rhyme Sometime the lies get millions of views Funerals for little girls, is that appealing
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity Keep that Glock by my feet Born and raised up in these streets Duckin heat,
got that orange Fanta, shawty a Leo but got told a lie that her boyfriend had cancer Shut up little boy I ain't sending no disses Just popped up with
gone find you another Rich thick smart and pretty Motivated with ambition But not afraid to light a sticky Grown shit this ain't Rugrats More drive than
about life In just a little while, she learned that with a smile She could have pretty clothes, she could be any man's wife; Rich men romanced her, they
GQ a little bit Go street when I'm in the mood Ghost bitches and niggas too My niggas will go get what I need for me There's no stress cause we
SOILED IN REGRET It's fun murdering words that are blood curdling, By now, you must live under a rock, if you ain't heard of him. Madchild, I don't
the falls to kiss the girls With their impatient hands groping honey breasts and curls They are filled with desire And high in the hills there's a baby
like I love Lucy my crib is crawling with blunt roaches and when I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow hit
I'm waking in the morning getting my little boy ready for school I'm combing his hair brushing his teeth and fixing his food Tommy Hilfiger outfits
want to screw me. Oh-wee I got the goods. I roll with rich girls to score in the hood. The folklore true ten inch vegetable, The sex is
Sally By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?) Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb) Xrp, we're tryna let
kids Up in the ground I ain't new to this, fool Little girls off to college doing this shit Too For the white ones mummy take her clothes off Never did
on And we live What's goin' on in Luton, guys, let's talk about it (from the zone) Shrooms to the face, bottles by the case or the Ace We just fuck in
Midnight shit put that bitch on camera Cute little white girl her name was Hannah She like it slow, now she wanna go faster Ass so fat call that shit
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