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The bad terms and conditions I'm the new demolition I'm the leader of legends I'm the one you been missin' Snakes and fuckin' fakes be lurkin' deep in the mission Just comply and maybe I will keep you safe with my vision I'm the user of logic Not the DAW, I mean the sense that you can't get out your wallet Let me take you to a place to take a break from your noggin I'm runnin' low on the cash My mama left me with the whip it's runnin' low on the gas You know I'll hit you with the cool communication A nigga lit, I'm lookin' like the new illumination My parents proud of me, 'cause my money accumulatin' This damn economy ain't gon' take the money I'm makin' I faced fines and faced mines, I'm stone high In Gainesville, throw middle fingers to roll tide I'm on mines, stay on yours, my phone dry 'Cause I ain't got no hoes, it's leave me alone time, yeah I made another settlement, bands man Let's host another party, we'll be amongst the champions Let's hit up all the shawties we was fuckin' at band camp I'm slumped, I need me a bump, feel like the xan man And niggas got guns, so keep the keys to your register I might grow dreads, then I'll be GT the predator I just got head in the back of a whip Sick stick shift, came with a thick bitch Never been sane, but I cope with my mind Hit the plug line, let me get a 4.5 Let me hear your purse, nigga, I'mma tell mine Come here, baby girl, let me love you long time I'll be rich, please I'll buy you what you need I'll bring you on the road We can go out to Belize You ain't gotta ask please But I can't do this shit right now So for now baby girl, pipe down I'm a beast, I'm a boss, I'm a god in making Freestyles hot, like the spawn of Satan Speed past cops, when I drive to Macon White blonde dyke finna fire up naked You ain't gotta lie to me I'll never judge a friend to me Everyone get love, except my motherfuckin' enemies Nigga KO'd, couldn't take the drank I blow dank, didn't I say that on my last few tapes? Your weed's worthless Blunt be rolled as three tight virgins Whippin' up a receipt workin', I'm pristine perfect Love it when a thick bitch twerkin', I need some purpose Pussy niggas keep on lurkin', these kids like Sherman Honestly, you won't ever find no one as hot as me Wedding ring to baby g one day it's lit, monogamy I should probably pack up my shit and cop a brick And flip it seven times, until I got enough to cop a fuckin' crib, Troy
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