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Kyle Matthew Payne
Kyle Matthew Payne
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Reid Willis
Reid Willis
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Liam Fitzpatrick
Liam Fitzpatrick
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Yaroslav Sukmanov
Yaroslav Sukmanov
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Flip me on my back Yeah, you know I like it when you do it like that Yeah, he call me right back Best he ever had, I ain't answer less he let 'em know the facts Throw me on the mat Said that I'ma beg to put that hitta on the track Got 'em flipping back the cap If he keep it up, then I'ma have to let that hitta run it back On my ass I'ma bend it back and put that hitta in a cast Keep that hitta drenched, I'ma put 'em in a raft Yeah, he making moves Hitta you the daddy, I'm the calf Yeah, I like that big boss energy Like when hittas tell me that they into me Hot girl summer with the Hennessy Hit 'em with the hex, got 'em calling Leah Remini Hitta finna get it, tryna see what he can find Let 'em hit it once, then he saying that it's mine If it ain't Chris, I ain't tryna climb the Pine Let that hitta know I'm in my prime Hitta said he do how it do Christopher the Robin, get this Winnie the Pooh Give the hitta dome, then he shooting the Drew Two fingers in ma, like he saluting to Roux Cuz I ain't never been a bitch Take it all the way, so I can watch that hitta twitch Had me eyeing up on the kicks Then I hit 'em with the nod, he flipped me up like a script No, I ain't here for the games Put myself first, hitta, yeah, I'm here for the Reign Keep me shooting, yeah, I'm good with the aim But if he lame, I put the motherfucker back in his lane, and that's fact Put it down on me Keep on hitting with the hammer, Keedy Black on the D Better own it if you coming with me Cuz, I ain't messing less that hitta got BDE We on that CBD Keep it private, like he put me through that CCD Better own it if you coming with me Cuz, I ain't messing less that hitta got BDE If he in his bag, then he bad, yeah, yeah Run up on ma back, pull the flag, yeah, yeah It don't matter if they talk a big game Cuz the difference if it's tackle or it's tag, motherfucker, let's go No, I ain't here for the show If you real, motherfucker, you should already know Let him dribble with the balls, cuz I'm looking to throw I'm only messing with the hittas who be making me snow Hitta making me blush Put my ass up on his face, he said he like when it crush Yeah, I'm holding it down, but if that hitta a bust The only one that finna settle, is the mother fucking dust He said he like when I cuss Even when I spit, he like me better than Russ On that Khalid, yeah, we be kissing, but we ain't on the bus Ain't even worried bout the dad, because that pipe never rust Meet me on the east, meet me on the west Hitta if you with it, better show me you the best Let him take the shot, and hope it land up on my chest I be looking for that real, and we gone see what hitta left But, I ain't looking for love Unless we talking bout myself, then he just pushing to shove On PrEPosition like of Unless that hitta sign the prenup, hitta using the glove No, I ain't here for the games Put myself first, hitta, yeah, I'm here for the Reign Keep me shooting, yeah, I'm good with the aim But if he lame, I put the motherfucker back in his lane, and that's fact Put it down on me Keep on hitting with the hammer, Keedy Black on the D Better own it if you coming with me Cuz, I ain't messing less that hitta got BDE We on that CBD Keep it private, like he put me through that CCD Better own it if you coming with me Cuz, I ain't messing less that hitta got BDE
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