Tekst Utworu

You look like What I be using on my girl nigga Uhhh what Cause yo kind dumb as fuck It's a wrap for all you pussy niggas And it kinda kinda suck There's nothing to protect you Dickhead Go get yo pockets up Gotta suck- you Niggas depend on what is popular I'm positive That if you run up on me Then I'm popping shit Lock it in nigga Mag-numbing niggas Get fucked up Stretching shit naughty by nature Nigga ain't it obvious I only rock the AF1's Cause they look sexy on me I'm only copping from that thrift Cause it look fresher on me Muffkas never change Don't smell me? You on non-sense Two face Niggas Coin toss it Fuck with that mental on me Pressure on me Gon paint the picture Put blessings on me I ain't got no opponent Niggas won't get that Pleasure from me Dead it nigga My energy Something precious to me Why would I give it To a fuck nigga who- uh Niggas worshiping But who the real G's Us nigga All You niggas bitch made D-Wade's son Nigga Imma take the heat for that Like pre made blunts Nigga Ghetto as fuck 3 shots C- red blood Nigga -avilier-ned He saw black cavilers from the .9 That's love Nigga Come back to the heat Fuck brawn nigga Skinny as the fuck But I still got big arms nigga Used to beat off to the bitches That I now fuck on nigga You look like What I be using on my girl nigga Uhhh what Cause yo kind dumb as fuck It's a wrap for all you pussy niggas And it kinda kinda suck There's nothing to protect you Dickhead Go get yo pockets up Gotta suck- you Niggas depend on what is popular I'm positive That if you run up on me Then I'm popping shit Lock it in nigga Mag-numbing niggas Get fucked up Stretching shit naughty by nature Nigga ain't it obvious Bitch damn look Don't you got a man The fuck we look like Doing one night stands Bitches understand That if you like em Then they in yo hands Bitches call me handsome Cause I'm nerdy And I'm calling shots Feel like fucking Santa She get handsy When I hold the box None of my Niggas- uh aye None of my niggas orthodox We drilling shit like orthodontist Bad bitches don't order sonic Bad bitches get 4 for 4's Angel number 444 German homie okey doke Cracker homie sniffing coke Thank god I ain't awkward anymore Cause now I'm stroking hoes Cracker homie sniffing coke Talk to god we smoking dope Rich as fuck off overdose Thank god I ain't overdose I wanna feel like Jesus With them sandals When he float on oceans None of these bitches Giving you attention If you don't got no motion Sometimes I wish I was joking Bitch keep asking me to be open Shoutout the ex hoes Who really gave your boy a chance Cause when they played me I got rich So kiss my fucking underpants Fuck tax My niggas smoking On that Uncle Sam Fuck the industry Them niggas sold But I got bigger plans
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