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She asked me for the truth Then she asked me for the proof Had to hit her with a poof Disappeared into the booth I was smoking Anit-bouf High as hell Cant make a move Thoughts moving round my roof Punch so hard Might crack a tooth Lose so much When wins come through End one story Here comes two Complications with the crew Your bitch slutty but you knew Bus a glizzy Sum new Told them hold Trap waiting room Ruger running Round my city Since 8 pass 10 Skeez your boo Not a worry In my heart Fear no man Hunt when it's dark Hollows pierce Bucks tear apart Nigga dont duck Face this dart To the nose Just like a fart Rudolf red beam Mark my opp Deliver all my cash No parts Expect the worst Force what I want Yes I do slimes F*ck what you heard Not YSL N0 Cl0ut the word F*ck your hurt Im here to serve Drop it off Its time to swerve NASCAR I swung the curve Gripping all over her curves Pulling on her tracks now Might just throw sum ropes up Im bout to lay that smack down Beat that from the back now Remember how to act now Took her to the top And kept flying past apex Position shuffle like a deck Aggressive growls by her neck Trying to break into a sweat Only way I cum Gone be correct Afterwards we lay A lil caress Politic about the stress Turnover pain her bout the rest I bet she cleaning up this mess Hair fucked up Made a nest Out of tracks lace and head bobs I know that this track Got you thinking bout The last lips you slid on Now days people Think its fitting To just play the role Understand I embody This shit I'm the pro in the mix The MC with the hits Been Mr. TakeYoBitch They fucked up I found a Mrs. TakeYoBitch Me and my Queen Taking over shit Walk up in your party I'm controlling shit Feel like I'm in my night club Gta lil bitch She asked me for the truth Then she asked me for the proof Had to hit her with a poof Disappeared into the booth I was smoking Anit-bouf High as hell Cant make a move Thoughts moving round my roof Punch so hard Might crack a tooth I don't want to parley My feelings not up for discussion Yea I might lended you a hand But that don't always mean I trust you Or I Love you Or I got you Or I showed you all I peeped And told you all I heard You still couldn't feel the hurt Cause your mind not mine So the business Tends to be minded For growth thats like Vines without a wet climate Or a grandpops Without a recliner Turn a able man To hobbler A good bitch To a gobbler Miser to a flexer Tell a wise man wrong Bet he wont correct you Step to your anger Bet you lose your rhythm Breathless selfish Only point of blame Is the boy steady Gasping and asking How did this happened Napkin sized problem Requiring a mop bucket Baptism of the Bleached Story of a buzzing bee Pollination of a Pop a nigga nation Swear some cant see The pollution of the hate Make way for my dreams Like this shell aint what its seems You can watch me flip da scene From neutral mood To tragedy Ball room stroll To concert screams Study dates To spinal Escapes Late night calls To over night departures Layover in a Time zone of tomorrow Forgiveness found Genuine depictions End of fucking sentence So why would I continue Searching for a new Affixation A little bit of hurt Is like a slap of a Dreaming me She asked me for the truth Then she asked me for the proof Had to hit her with a poof Disappeared into the booth I was smoking Anit-bouf High as hell Cant make a move Thoughts moving round my roof Punch so hard Might crack a tooth She asked me for the truth Then she asked me for the proof Had to hit her with a poof Disappeared into the booth I was smoking Anit-bouf High as hell Cant make a move Thoughts moving round my roof Punch so hard Might crack a tooth She asked me for the truth Then she asked me for the proof Had to hit her with a poof Disappeared into the booth I was smoking Anit-bouf High as hell Cant make a move Thoughts moving round my roof Punch so hard Might crack a tooth She asked me for the truth Then she asked me for the proof Had to hit her with a poof Disappeared into the booth I was smoking Anit-bouf High as hell Cant make a move Thoughts moving round my roof Punch so hard Might crack a tooth
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