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The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that, haha Please don't ever use that, it's like embarrassing to me What? The Lunch Crew? (Sure) The Lunch Crew Company J, this shit too crazy Yello! Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie Hit a nigga block with that chop', how you doing? (Yello!) Bitch, we got yo' location, where you moving? If she ain't fucking, put her on the block list You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it I don't like good bitches, they just not it I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (yello) Wait a second, damn Daniel, where'd you find this? A stand-up guy, I don't throw rocks and hide fist She wanna lick my ass, hmm, ugh, I don't mind it You need antibiotics, Dove soap can't hide fish I hit the bitch with 20 dollars, she can't squirt or cream She unappreciative about the .20, that's a smoker's dream I only fuck with hoes, if you ain't that, you just another fling Is you dumb? I'm never picking Kash Doll over Percules If I sign a record deal, it's gon' be OVO I'm eating Ruth's Chris, four years ago it was four for fours I made my name in Houston, no cap, I feel like Tony Snow Turned down ten labels, I own my shit, I'm the fucking GOAT Baaaah, dawg, that's a sheep Honey pack dick, wake her up and put her back to sleep I wanna lose weight but my brain keep telling me to eat I make my bitch and kids leave the house so I can beat my meat (yello) Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? Bitch, this a milkshake not a smoothie Hit a nigga block with that chop', how you doing? Bitch, we got yo' location, where you moving? If she ain't fucking, put her on the block list You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it I don't like good bitches, they just not it I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic Let me tell you bout this one lil' freak a nigga had Bagged her at the club, now we skating in the Jag' Now we at the pad, I'm 'bout to beat her from the back I must've glanced down in her crack, she had shit up in her ass Can't cap, man, I flipped the fuck out, bitch, get off my bed You live a trife life, on god, don't even want the head She acting fake drunk, oh word? That's how you gon' play it? You ain't baby-wiping shit, call yo' Uber or I'ma call the feds Just in case they try to kill me, baby C.O.D. Honey pack stopped working, now I'm back to popping E's on E's I'm Andre Romelle Young, these other niggas D.O.C. If Jada cheat on Will, dawg, I know my bitch'll cheat on me Houston love me as they own but I'ma die a Piston My mama said "Fuck rap son, go be a dietician" Future fuck my bitch, she gotta die, I ain't Scottie Pippen Make salat with 50 muslims, inshallah, but I'ma die a christian (yello) Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? Bitch, this a milkshake not a smoothie Hit a nigga block with that chop', how you doing? (Yello!) Bitch, we got yo' location, where you moving? If she ain't fucking, put her on the block list You don't fuck on first night, girl, stop it I don't like good bitches, they just not it I only fuck with whores, I'm toxic (yello)
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