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Way I tell him kick rocks, he might kill himself Pistols, Ps, and Js on the fuckin' shelf Only f*ck with myself and nobody else Doin' all of these drugs, I might kill myself Baby hit me up like, "Is you feelin' well?" Another sale hit me up, gotta get the scale Free all my niggas that's still in jail Runtz got me like a chem trail We be sippin' real mud f*ck that Benadryl You can't f*ck with us, baby we been trill Burn a pussy nigga's face on the fuckin' grill Mike Jack red jacket, livin' for the thrill Put a hunnid up, nigga I'm WILT I can f*ck on your bitch straight off the skill Gun tucked with a whole lotta bills Catch me chiefin' on beats that I kill Nigga only hangin' 'round the real RIP Pimp C gotta wood wheel I'm in love with my Chrome Plated Woman Sweet like beehive, this motion be buzzin' F*ck me good, in 5 minutes I'm bussin' On repeat, man these racks just keep comin' Put in work, man, you lyin', you wasn't Said he do it, we know that he doesn't Smokin' good when I walk in, it's pugent F*ck your qualms, 'cuz it's only God judgin' Wake up, Thank God, then go get the money Walkin', steppin', we movin keep trudgin' I'm with soldiers, they known for they rank All my niggas, they frequently go to the bank Coach be tellin' the truth, know that he frank I've been smokin' on dank, I don't give a f*ck what pussy nigga say Cuz I do what I want, young nigga really be doin' his own stunts Man f*ck what you say, cuz I know that you niggas really don't know much Man it's my way, you know that I shoot it like Dame And you know that I be callin' game, and your bitch, she be tuggin' my chain And your bitch wanna f*ck on my- on my And your bitch, she wet, she make it rain And you know you be hearin' my pain Pussy nigga you quick to get turnt to a stain Better watch out lil' mane, yea you know I be sendin' them shots at your brain
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