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Ant Chamberlain
Ant Chamberlain
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Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
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Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
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Anthony Jamal Phillips
Anthony Jamal Phillips
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Deundraeus Portis
Deundraeus Portis
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Toosii
Toosii
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Ant Chamberlain
Ant Chamberlain
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Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
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Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
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Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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I just gotta warm up Ayy, uh Said I need it right now, you cut all of the lights out You could see me like 3D Hit bro on a trap phone, I know he get a pack gone He move shit like it's Ouija I do shit with a mask on, like fuck it, let's get this task on No, these niggas can't see me And I rock Chanel, so much double C's Would've thought I was crip, but these niggas wanna be me Burberry, I ain't havin' no baby though She wanna fuck but I know she a crazy ho Give her dick, know I probably could drive her Miss Daisy though Born in 2000, I'm dope like the 80's though Pussy gotta be bald like Common head Give me head first, bitch, I thought that was common sense 'Fore I slide in the fishbowl, I'll cop a rental, hit the opp's block Bet we'll slide with tint Hit the opp block, bet we slide with tint They done slid once, they ain't been sliding since Good pussy so I might just slide the Benz I got good dick, she don't wanna slide her friends You a lame, better come on my side to win I'll pop my shit for the freeski, uh I signed a deal, I made more than a mil' It ain't go to my head, no BC And she give me thot vibes, she treeshy Probably would've fucked once but she creepy She don't fuck, I'ma palm her like she Keke Give her five to the face just 'cause she need it Got my nieces, Raeyah, England, and that's Tete I'm a reaper like I'm Reese Know I'd probably feel better if they all be dead They talking down, we want all they head Want 'em dead, get 'em ghost like Casper Yeah, it's true I was broke before I was a rapper But I was still fucking your bitch Had your bitch in the back of the back Give her dick, you could ask her Would've ran laps but I got asthma Started Off White lows now designer my fashion I feel better when I'm getting cash in Follow my drip, do that with a passion Said I need it right now, you cut all of the lights out You could see me like 3D Hit bro on a trap phone, I know he get a pack gone He move shit like it's Ouija I do shit with a mask on, like fuck it, let's get this task on No, these niggas can't see me And I rock Chanel, so much double C's Would've thought I was crip, but these niggas wanna be me Burberry, I ain't havin' no baby though She wanna fuck but I know she a crazy ho Give her dick, know I probably could drive her Miss Daisy though Born in 2000, I'm dope like the 80's though Pussy gotta be bald like Common head Give me head first, bitch, I thought that was common sense 'Fore I slide in the fishbowl, I'll cop a rental, hit the opp's block Bet we'll slide with tint Hit the opp block, now they dead, pop they head Brodie been going fed, he see red I be on stone time, cop a sled He wanna talk a lot, call him Ted And I got a couple racks that I could shred I done did it hundred times I had fifty inside of my Glick Now a nigga went up and my clip hold a hundred rounds Won't trade a dime for a penny, hit a hundred dimes Say she wanna eat at Beni's, know she out of line She don't act right, she gon' be out of time I'ma kick her out of my whip, I ain't even lying And she look at me like, "Damn boy, you fine" Get off the yak and she on demon time I let her nut first and she be fine We go again, she cum a second time When I slide, I got two keys Red or the red, I don't do black True that a nigga got rich But you get out of line, I'll beat a nigga blue black And he hatin' ass nigga I knew that, ayy But hatin' don't get no money Hang 'round nine broke niggas, you'll be the tenth one true shit No, I ain't no dummy Said I need it right now, you cut all of the lights out You could see me like 3D Hit bro on a trap phone, I know he get a pack gone He move shit like it's Ouija I do shit with a mask on, like fuck it, let's get this task on No, these niggas can't see me And I rock Chanel, so much double C's Would've thought I was crip, but these niggas wanna be me Burberry, I ain't havin' no baby though She wanna fuck but I know she a crazy ho Give her dick, know I probably could drive her Miss Daisy though Born in 2000, I'm dope like the 80's though Pussy gotta be bald like Common head Give me head first, bitch, I thought that was common sense 'Fore I slide in the fishbowl, I'll cop a rental, hit the opp's block Bet we'll slide with tint
Writer(s): Anthony Phillips, Nau'jour Grainger, Deundraeus Portis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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