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Aye Zoe, I really went dumb on this shit nigga YESSIR! Foreal foreal Wassup Yeah I wrote this shit for the niggas who doubted me This for the bitches who left me on read RIP Paul (Pussy) RIP Julius (BITCH) Cuz if you ask me, you niggas are dead Middle finger get erect for a cop Plus my glizzy smell the bitch in a opp I fear no man, what the f*ck you did thought Won't believe you til my body in chalk Everyday challenge me mentally, I been drinking on nun but tequila Heating up, give the rap game a fever Bob yo head like you having a seizure Kicking flavor like I'm playing fifa Solo dolo like I'm an amoeba Taking off, you would thought I was cheetah They was doubting but now they believing Back then she didn't want me, now she want me to beat them cheeks Now her pussy comatose, and she been begging for my meat Ion got time, f*ck off my line Honestly niggas is worse than these bitches How the f*ck you ain't contribute to shit But your hand out and you fixing your lips Asking for shit Nigga you bitch, nigga you pussy, nigga you trash My biggest fear is just coming in last In other words I had to get off my ass Wasting my time, then I'm liable to spazz The motto, I don't give a f*ck bout no bitch Promised my niggas I will never switch Play with the fam then I'll dig you a ditch, so don't Don't play with me, don't play Don't play with me, don't play Ion give f*ck. Specially not bout no bitch Keep this shit 100, opposite of counterfeit Ion give f*ck. Specially not bout no bitch Keep this shit 100, opposite of counterfeit Say F*ck these hoes, let get money Say F*ck these hoes, let get money MP I'm finna go dumb Future brighter supernova of sun They playing like I ain't really the one My flow'll hit you like a stray to the face Different struggles every day I can't lie I got a lot on my brain My mama crying prolly the only thing That keep me from breaking ya muhfuckin' neck Incredible hulk, please don't make me upset I'm flowing my nigga. I'll rhyme you a river All of this liquor is killing my liver You can have her. I already done hit her My flow is better than the blue bag of skittles Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ima killer You ain't gone ride? Then you can't be my nigga Real recognize real, you ain't looking familiar Middle of summer I'm cold as the winter Promise my name you'll remember Won't fall like the month of September I'm high as the city of Denver Score the bucket, step over my defender Getting money only thing my agenda Getting money seems to be your dilemma If I said it, then I swear that I meant it If I said it, then i swear that I live it
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