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Chase Shaun Mitchell
Chase Shaun Mitchell
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Nathaniel Campos (Natecxo)
Nathaniel Campos (Natecxo)
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PrettiFun
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(Pretty) My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy Lil' bitch, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, nigga) That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead), I woke up and stepped (Yeah, step) Cartiers, I step, H-Hermès jeans, I step (Step, damn) Yeah, I'm turnin' X, X, X, X, X, bi-bitch I just want yo' neck, I don't do the sex (Want yo' neck) I don't know when we met, b-bullets to his chest She suck me the best, yeah, she gave me beck (Wah) She suck me the best, shootout was a mess Smoke dope, then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press It don't hurt to take some X, presidents are dead (Pah) Bullets, hope you get it, I-I X out the rest (Checks, pah) Pocket full of fetty, countin' checks, checks, checks Sheesh, I'm gettin' guap, I ain't stressin' nothing less Jugg his homie guap, and it might teach yo' ass a lesson (Big guap) She just gave me top, and now I'm talkin' to her best friend We got shit on lock so you know we ain't never stressin' And you know we go the top shelf shit, just like Jessie I don't think you ready, yeah, I know that you ain't ready, yeah Bae, this shit got levels, I ain't stressin', it's a lesson, yeah (T-t-this is ripmansion music) Ye-yeah, ya Yeah, ya, yeah, ya Yeah, ya, yeah, ya Yeah, ya, yeah, ya My life like SEX, pop Percs and ecstacy Lil' bitch, bring the next, I-I ain't read ya text (I don't read yo' texts, nigga) That lil' ho so dead to me (Dead, yeah), I woke up and stepped (Step) Cartiers, I step, Hermès jeans, I step (Step, damn) Yeah, I'm turnin' X, X, X, X, X, bi-bitch I just want yo' neck, I don't do the sex (Want yo' neck) I don't know when we met, b-bullets to his chest She suck me the best, yeah, she gave me beck (Wah) She suck me the best, shootout was a mess Smoke dope, then I get dressed (What?), I-I don't do no press It don't hurt to take some X, presidents are dead (Pah) Bullets, hope you get it, pah, I-I X out the rest (The rest)
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