Texty

I don't pop percs I got shit to do nigga Hit your man first then we gon' get to you nigga This a fifty round drum but it got fifty two in it Through these Louis shades I could see the bitch in you nigga If my choppa had a Twitter it would mention you nigga This the type of shit that get the bitches loose nigga I will turn her panties to a swimming pool nigga Leave that pussy with a gap like missing tooth nigga If shit get physical this pistol giving you a physical I get the visual then cock it back and knock your liver loose I take a brick or two and break it down till it's invisible I take your bitch from you and take her down to my genitals This shit is pitiful the mirror's giving you the living proof I never been a fool I always been the dude to bend the rules I'm independent too got bitches kissing on my tennis shoes You gon' need tentacles if you go at my residuals Huh they can't handle em' They know he ain't Muslim cuz he always got that ham with em' And he got them big racks Pamela Anderson Pull up with them straps turn your man to a mannequin We gon' damage em' hand em' some bandages I'm off a tab I see pandas and animals And that tab was as big as a calendar And my swisher sweet filled up with lavender Yeah put your head on the concrete My prodigies will come and Mobb Deep on your Mom's street And we treat a body like it's laundry In the middle of my mind where you find me I don't pop xans I got shit to do nigga We gon' hit your man then we get to you nigga This a fifty round drum but it got fifty two in it Through these Louis shades I could see the bitch in you nigga If my choppa had a Twitter it would mention you nigga This the type of shit that get the bitches loose nigga I will turn her panties to a swimming pool nigga Leave that pussy with a gap like missing tooth nigga Mhm pussy with a gap like a missing tooth nigga Mhm pussy with a gap like a missing tooth nigga I don't pop percs bitch a talk birds And we ain't shoot back cuz we shot first I ain't trying to cuff a bitch it will not work Hoes be trying to get between the bread like bratwurst Like clockwork chickens make the block twerk He ain't cock first so the pussy got merked Think he a hot boy now I got to pop Turk If a nigga sweet we up the heat like Pop Tarts I don't pop xans I got shit to do nigga I can't chop it with a pussy I ain't Dr. Doolittle All my bitches do a lot all your bitches do a little If I'm really being honest never fucked with you niggas Huh they can't handle me Yeah they call me chickens but I still brought the ham with me Talk to me nice or that ham making sandwiches Chuck that's my family stuck to the plan with me (Okay) You broke niggas give me anxiety You get popped like a xan if you're trying me Say she love me I love when she lie to me And these shrooms came from Chuck you ain't high as me bitch Hah we get active Walk down on a pussy smoke him like cat piss I am not rat bitch but I really rap bitch Fucking on a bad bitch counting up cabbage Flow still savage I could go all day Never trust a bitch cuz these hoes play all day Chickens got long money long like broadway All these hoes Destiny's child like Yonce' bitch I don't pop xans I got shit to do nigga We gon' hit your man then we get to you nigga This a fifty round drum but it got fifty two in it Through these Louis shades I could see the bitch in you nigga If my choppa had a twitter it would mention you nigga This the type of shit that get the bitches loose nigga I will turn her panties to a swimming pool nigga Leave that pussy with a gap like missing tooth nigga Mhm pussy with a gap like a missing tooth nigga Mhm pussy with a gap like a missing tooth nigga
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