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michael unamba
michael unamba
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Smoking planes got me high in the sky I'm selling work till it's forth of July If they pay me then you know ima try I was in the hood but my phone don't work She hit the gas and she said it's amazing Cali gas only pack that I'm blazing Niggas mad cuz they know I'm the truth Who In my lane? Im asking for proof We smoking medicinal gas and it boof I'm skipping this class ima hop in a coup I pour me some 2 lines And it go in my juice Count up this money you know What i do I was on the road lil bitch I was on my grind now Im making all this money times two Now you blowing up my phone lil bitch Ima hit the woah like ooo Got a toolie in the back don't move Ima come thru All black on a John wick move Double 0 with a 7 like grrttta Ima come frttyyaa Pull up on ya block with a nine Know some killas and they don't Know how to rhyme We ain't wasting time Two shots to his head and his spine I'm on Game of Thrones shit got me Sipping on wine Real fine Said he wanna dime Skimp that shit Ima give him 0.5 Pimp my shit shawty said she wanna ride Gave her ass good dick Now she wanna be a bride And she said it's amazing We hit the gas and we blazing Smoking gelato she taste it Passing it once then I'm facing uh racing uh Pounds on the way We get the pack it's more Pounds on the way I don't want no cheese Cause I'm chasing this cake Wake up and pray Every day here is a blessing Also a lesson Hop out my bed i be flexin New smith and Wesson Brodie in love with them weapons he Sending you back to your revern Wake up in heaven Fried In my school Mac and Devin
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