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Road money shit nigga, big vegetable Shout my nigga bibster ATH shit nigga Vegg told the bitch yes I bled high fashion 200 for a line, of tris or wok bitch, I'm havin Yeah, hit the, we gettin' by, don't mind traffic that chop left that nigga in the spittle, it's so tragic Hold on, we did that nigga so brazy My white boys, spot up in a (uuuh) With a strap he Slim Shady Why this broke bitch keep stealin' all the 8thies I just dropped K-Roll up in his cup, but I bet he can't taste it I told the bitch, yeah, I'm spicy Yes I'm on your phone about to bows It's Bib likely , Poppin' out, we maskin' up, we so shiesty If I need about two or three loads, I call Mikey Man, I did this bitch so sick, don't need a IV Walkin' down like, f*ck, I left my shiesty I just told this ham, straight drop, just come by it Aye my rich, bitch, juggin' all hams and bringin' rich clients So stressed, can't get juice, told this bitch bye Made this drop stretch so much, we got a 10 line in Fear God on my back, Cleats Balenciaga I'm in a demon with a demon yea she a head throbber Couple mob ties, made a call said bing bada It's a whole lot of yoppas layin' around, I'm not sada My bitch only like to wear the word Dior, she hate Prada White bitch gon' stuff bricks, she Andy Milonakis In and out this bitch like I'm poppin' out the socket Show me what you workin' with, you really wanna sponsor Yeah, he fake sip from time to time, don't even bother I been mackin', bitches, ask my dad, I'm Lil' Whopper , refs throwing flags, man, that nigga steady, hating , yeah That coupe a little fast, don't drag race, I'm in a spaceship (skkkrt) I don't really get no fucks, bout what you talkin' bout We don't talk it out, chop it up with millionaires and thugs, and I walk it out Granny holding on to the drink, this shit ancient Bled the snow Bunny for her toes, the bitch racist Ben Franklin, lil' nigga, you ain't never seen no thou wow Skinny dime bags my hoes bad like I'm Bow Wow Eastside, baby, take this yerk now, we in Poundtown we got this bitch bumpin throw a yarty tear the house down Arch yo back off this essy she gon' get wild she finally got the cooch , she let me bump, and I went wild Hopped out, just caught a opp now, we rollin' loud Freaky roller, bitch, ain't worth shit, only good for miles We send shots, f*ck a vest, I got him head-tapped (tap that head) Custo keys fiening ' for the dog, I gave him Xanthrax Got a ride with bows in the trunk, lay in a spandex Got it out the mud with my bloody, get your hands wet Bitch, I'm tryna bust chili, dodge cases (dodge cases) Hey!! Cup holder for this trish, wok or quagen Hey, Ben Franklin, I'm tryna be rich, not famous (being patient) Hit it out the park like I'm jeter on the Yankees K-Rolled, this nigga whole 6 , I feel janky Steppin' in the ritz just thanking you, God, that we made it, nigga
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