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Where slime at Where twin I need everybody I mean everybody To turn up Shout out my brothers that putting in muscle I hit a play make it back thats a double Im not a rat im in love with the truffle Its me and lil reefuh you niggas in trouble Oh im sorry for bursting your bubble He catch a hollow he hitting the shuffle Im in this bitch with my twin and we rumble And we tryna flip a m to a w Bailout I hit your bitch then i bailout I met this bitch out in bel air Screaming free all my kin out the jailhouse I know me and my brothers done fell out But that new check in She want a bent bentayga thats her best-friend Imma hit her first then hit her best-friend Really seem like he wanna meet this smith & wesson Met a shorty she from off the west end With the footwork locked her ass a lethal weapon Clicked up with these bitches say they twin sisters I dont give a fuck if they was real sisters Like why she screaming i just stuck my tip in her Like too much fucking money to be pissed with ya And the doctor passed the cup he told me piss in it Put the mud over the ice and then you sip with it We got hollows if you wanna get your shit fitted And my pockets hella green a lot of big spinach In the mall get it all bitch imma big spender Hella rugers in this bitch and you a wing dinner Y'all not dodging fucking bullets not a air bender Stack my money wall to wall this shit like kris jenner I get bread while i piss Slide with a .40 got setup by shorty I might as well shoot up ya bitch End up in a ditch Crackers in a coma, not wise to talk that shit Got a pound innat tacoma I'd die behind this brick Fiends love these drugs He could eat a donut but can he digest a slug Im like where slime at, where slime at Im looking for the plug You cant time that this nine'll leave you lying in yo blood Strippers got broke boys out here dying in the club Airforce shit gang fly in from above And my shooter got bad aim he like matt ryan in the clutch Boy this ruger turn yo brain into a mine of og kush Boy we'll do ya stick a ruler it'll line his brudda up Im getting so damn tired of that She want me inside of that I'll be back next saturday Caps flying left and right shit im bout to graduate Cunning with that drake i go ham singing happy days Clicked up with these bitches say they twin sisters I dont give a fuck if they was real sisters Like why she screaming i just stuck my tip in her Like too much fucking money to be pissed with ya And the doctor passed the cup he told me piss in it Put the mud over the ice and then you sip with it We got hollows if you wanna get your shit fitted And my pockets hella green a lot of big spinach In the mall get it all bitch imma big spender Hella rugers in this bitch and you a wing dinner Y'all not dodging fucking bullets not a air bender Stack my money wall to wall this shit like kris jenner
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