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Wessam Aljundi
Wessam Aljundi
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See i ride out the city Wit a honey looking pretty Gotta shoota in the back of my s550 Keep a banger on me I don't really trust much Got a bm and an ex so it's fuck love Hold up Swear u got me fucked up Keep it moving Don't approach me Get u touched up Bitch Gimme my cake Tired Of you liars And I'm tired of you fakes See Tired of y'all crying Or you lying On my name Like I'm not The hottest arab Right now in the game And That's on me I got feds and they watching cuz they Want me So I ride around the coupe It's a drop top In rich a neighborhood bitch so my Doors unlocked They saying damn B why yo tummy Heavy But really that's just an Automatic Mothafuckin Semi Hold up baby i Popped off I'm the real deal You a Knock off No hoes Now i give um lockjaw Went from Joe Schmo To being top dog Baby I popped off Baby I popped off I popped I popped off I pull up like 5-6 deep Make one call flex Pull up creep Hello hello Tell me what yo name is Dropped a couple videos on YouTube Famous Why u think ur girl and her friends Going crazy Everytime I pull up in my city In the cedes Hold up Why you talking Ima need about 5k just to walk in One wrong move and every shoota wit me brawling No phone calls Wire tapes get recorded I got a friend name Pablo One call pablo bring vatos But pablo call me the head honcho Cuz I ride around like one of the Sopranos Baby I popped off Hold up baby i Popped off I'm the real deal You a Knock off No hoes Now i give um lockjaw Went from Joe Schmo To being top dog Baby I popped off Baby I popped off I popped I popped off Hold up baby i Popped off I'm the real deal You a Knock off No hoes Now i give um lockjaw Went from Joe Schmo To being top dog Baby I popped off Baby I popped off
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