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Bc tae
Bc tae
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Bc tae
Bc tae
Composer

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(Email ‘em to this email, I don’t really need the .WAV bounce. They be wanting that shit… You
        know? Drake Gmail).
        (Big Ski. You know what’s up)
        Two bitches with me right now in a telly (In there)
        You ain’t never break a brick in the trap watchin’ Belly (Hunnid thou)
        My bitch caught me cheating, but she didn’t she ain’t catch me (She geekin’)
        Told her stop going through a **** phone bein’ messy (Bae be cool)
        12 could’ve gave me 12 years but they ain’t catch me (I’m on they ass)
        It’s still free the sliders in the jail havin’ epis (Free my baby out the system)
        You ain’t from the hills if you ain’t cop from Uncle Epi (HA)
        Yea, I sell a lotta, sell a lotta, coke don’t fuck with Pepsi (Uh, uh, uh)
        Make her wish she never met me (Uh)
        VVS hittin’ make her have a epilepsy (Ha)
        Puttin’ belt to ass make them **** learn a lesson (Learn a lesson yea)
        We was really steppin’(Uh)
        **** know what’s up, Free Ten off them sections (Damn!)
        (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
        (Free the sliders, we the sliders man)
        Yeah, I’m back on that bullshit man
        **** cannot guard me with this shit, I swear
        Uh, Uh, Uh
        I’m fried
        I’m fried, I just popped a perc and took a shot of Don I almost died (I almost)
        **** tried to lay them eggs like turkey bacon he got fried (That bitch fried)
        If a **** jump out his body, hit that **** 30 times (Overkill)
        I can show you how to take a brick and then go hit the town (Go hit that road)
        I can sell it pink or purple hit my phone you want some brown (This shit like crayon)
        Outta town, don’t hit my phone unless you need some up and down (That upper, that upper)
        I’m tryna sell this half a chicken, but I’m workin’ on my sound (Workin on my sound)
        I can pipe her up and turn around and pipe her down
        I can dump Don in her mouth and make that bitch get on the ground
        **** think I’m sellin’ caine I took a flight to get my pounds
        She the type to eat this dick then when I cum she wipe me down (Come wipe me)
        No this ain’t my block but I got pull he can’t come round
        I got Dracos and Don Julio when I ride around in town
        When I ride ‘round in town
        They get it up then me and my **** gon get down (For real)
        Free the sliders, we the sliders man
        You **** know what the fuck goin’ on (Free Ten, Free B, Free Tez)
        You prada, she eat this dick too good I bought this bitch some …
        He a gangsta in the streets, go to jail we lemon pepper
        Free my baby Ten, fighting two bodies the biggest stepper (The biggest)
        Yeah they got some pape’, but ABG gon’ do it better (We draggin’)
        I ain’t from over east but I told bro to grab the shovel (Go get that)
        **** in the Olympics, duckin’ switches he gon’ win a medal
        I ain’t have a car, my sale too far I grab my bike and pedal
        Free my baby B, lay inside his bunk dance with the devil
        Free my man Tez, gave me my first brick and changed my levels
        Tell my sale meet me on Bethel
        She won’t right so bitch I left you
        (Skrrt)
        Jumpin’ out four to the door I bet not catch you (I bet not)
        I bet not, I bet not, I bet not, I bet not catch you
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