Letras

(Nani) My dick and this fucking choppa alike It see a bitch then it might just bust on its face Yessir She hit blacks like losing she at 8 ball I day jog Y'all niggas just staying in yo place Yessir Let's text bitch I hate it when you call Like U-Haul Call em' up to just get you out my way Yessir Pain on me when I ball on ya too hard I'm too tall Shawn Kemp when I'm coming down the paint Yessir Stimulate the pussy, she happy like check stimulus So I started rapping, I love it, the check bigger then All these other niggas, that's hating, they love Twitter in A room full of winners, I love it, it's all mirrors, and I take over like Castro, castrate niggas that's acting real nuts Nigga, you can't feel us Half empty, half full, doesn't matter, I will spill ya Protection on a nigga, in case these niggas start bussing Get down, that's the sound of the sirens Now I run, I'm be fucked if I'm caught up by my opps, no sir Told my bitch I don't really like cuffing I'm black, it reminds me of cops, yeah I told her, yessir My bitches ship shit like Bezos But they know, same-day shipping when I want the box, yessir Girls love that my skin is moreno, no bueno You look good in that ass that I bought, yessir Throw it back for real nigga one time Only here so I can hit it, like a punchline Know some niggas let it ring just a drum line So I dip because I'm not a fan of gunfire Paranoia, think some niggas tryna conspire I'm just tryna make enough so I can retire Sit back with a bad bitch up and recline Chill while I watch the world fall into decline Look My dick and this fucking choppa alike It see a bitch then it might just bust on its face Yessir She hit blacks like losing she at 8 ball I day jog Y'all niggas just staying in yo place Yessir Let's text bitch I hate it when you call Like U-Haul Call em' up to just get you out my way Yessir Pain on me when I ball on ya too hard I'm too tall Shawn Kemp when I'm coming down the paint Yessir My dick and this fucking choppa alike It see a bitch then it might just bust on its face Yessir She hit blacks like losing she at 8 ball I day jog Y'all niggas just staying in yo place Yessir Let's text bitch I hate it when you call Like U-Haul Call em' up to just get you out my way Yessir Pain on me when I ball on ya too hard I'm too tall Shawn Kemp when I'm coming down the paint Yessir
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