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Tavon Dneal Hall
Tavon Dneal Hall
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I'm bouta Alabam this bitch, pass me a chair she need a hit
And I ain't talkin bout that bump she doin bitches really sick
Bitches know the name I had they **** cop the chain
I ain't have to give him brain, finessin' is the game
TuhvonDneal I'm lit as shit my IG got yo **** brick
If my **** think he Leavin' Carlee Russell bitch
I'm future to these **** cause I'm toxic and petty
I'm Jamaican so I jerk him till he bust it like confetti
I been gettin' money bein hated
Bitches never run the fade in
Birkin green and pussy clean
I'm turning to a money fiend
Neck is stupid diamonds ruthless
Get her writers bitch I do this
If she thinkin she can see me
Bitch is blind and more then stupid
I'm back Eatin' beats like these **** eatin' pussy
Yes I got a Cuban still ain't linkin with ah rookie
Sayin I'm up next but I feel like a fuckin vet
I take off on the quavos so my price ain't offset
Come eat this pussy on a jet while I'm thumbin' through a check
Calamari, rich sex bitch my future is the best
They loud in the comments but they quite in my face
I been lappin' all these bitches baby tell what's a race
I rather trap wit the trade these hoes wanna fuck em
Caught a case grabbed a lawyer cause the system ion trust it
Moved my mama to the A and then on god I beat the case
And if a bitch sleeping on me it's a nightmare today
HOE
Written by: Tavon Dneal Hall
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