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Jon Robnett
Jon Robnett
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Wooh Yeah yeah My way Space Mountain Supernova got a hit bitch Niggas had a dream Martin Luther King Had to get the cream What the fuck you mean Made it from the streets Made a couple g's You could check the streams I'm a motherfucking beast Fuck that I ain't done shit with ease Nigga test me he get ripped to piece God blessed me like a nigga sneezed All my niggas dressed in black like it's MIB Lil bad Spanish bitch tell her ven aqui Got your girl pimped out in the penthouse suite Nigga must be going crazy to forget 'bout me Hoe shut the fuck up Look Why is you stressing me These niggas testing me I got the sauce but I don't got the recipe Rap like it's part of my destiny You not a professor bitch don't try to lecture me No one ahead of me Think that you better Shit that's just a fantasy You should just let it be All my hoes ebony All my foes dead to me Calico weaponry Grrrrrr Nigga can't fuck with my style Fuck with my steez Fuck do you mean I been gassed up Yaw been one Too much codeine 20 on 3 Me and my niggas don't fuck with no lean We just get rings For the whole team Told you before Don't hit my IG Unless it's 'bout green Leave you on seen These niggas mad that I'm nice now Young nigga flashy with ice out If your bitch is bad she get piped down She too attached to the lifestyle We fuckin with Magnums no Lifestyle She 'gon get nasty at my house Her nigga @ me it's lights out Please do not glance at her iCloud No I just made another check I just checked They just sent a couple bands my way My way I ain't with the disrespect I don't flex I just pray you don't get in my lane That's right Skrrr Skrrrr What the fuck you mean you ain't heard of me I'm hotter than the fucking fireplace Bitch I'm hot Your bitch on my neck I don't sweat She get sex if she come my way Look I know they 'gon hate when they hear this I know niggas claim that they fearless But I never take 'em too serious No one in my lane bitch I'm peerless Yeah your music bang if I'm earless Yeah my bitch is shaped like a tear is She let me try angles no Pyramids Hoe shut the fuck up Look I am the heir to the throne Thanos with every stone I don't compare to you clones What in the fuck is you on What in the fuck do you smoke Nigga I'm lit Your bitch wanna sit on my dick Want me to give her a kid Talkin' bout give her a kiss I do not simp Fuck is she thinking this is A nigga made it and I swear they hate that 'Cuz I did it with no dreads or face tatts If it's coming I'm prepared to face that I ain't running anywhere no racetracks If you want it don't be scared to say that Aye, extra extra bitch read all about it Niggas is hating I don't see a challenge Fuck all that talking I'm moving in silence I just made another check I just checked They just sent a couple bands my way My way I aint with the disrespect I don't flex I just pray you don't get in my lane That's right Skrrr Skrrrr What the fuck you mean you ain't heard of me I'm hotter than the fucking fireplace Bitch I'm hot Your bitch on my neck I don't sweat She get sex if she come my way
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