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Jeremiah Charles
Jeremiah Charles
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I'm like a scuba see money I dive Bitch I got stars I ain't talking bout five Hoe text IG better end it with live That beat was dead but my lyrics revive Don't do this for Fun got 99 reasons Vision in my head but I'm not dreaming Rub my hands like it's cold but I'm scheming My eyes red you could tell I'm a demon Got gas in my veins just call me propane Play with your bitch pussy like it's a game Like I'm at the club I make that shit rain Nigga taking L's like it was a lane Must work at progressive bitch I got flow Get out the trap disappear in a ghost Boy not even gang that's cap in his post Kick that boy out like a PS4 host Chopping my cheese like I'm at the deli Split it with my slimes yeah free that boy melly Fed that bitch yeah i put dick in her belly She taste so good and it feel like some jelly Boy want beef turn his brain to spaghetti Said c'mon and play better press ready Feel like I'm uzi all my friends is deady Smoking that stank my breath kinda smelly Lyrics liquidity got double meanings Flow like water but my bars be steaming Like a star once I'm lit bitch I'm beaming Like a star once I'm lit bitch I'm beaming Up in the lab like I was a chemist Rearrange his teeth but ain't a dentist When my net worth ten bill this rap shit finished But I aim for the sky it ain't a limit I'm fucking your bitch y'all niggas some kids Doing shit little I'm doing shit big Happy smoking weed y'all stressed smoking cigs Don't play tug-a-war I'm pulling the trig I stay balling like my last name Porter Keep a bag on my back like I'm Dora Cruising through hoods but ain't no explorer We jumping you like we jumping the border I'm like a scuba see money I dive Bitch I got stars I ain't talking bout five Hoe text IG better end it with live That beat was dead but my lyrics revive Don't do this for Fun got 99 reasons Vision in my head but I'm not dreaming Rub my hands like it's cold but I'm scheming My eyes red you could tell I'm a demon I'm like a scuba see money I dive Bitch I got stars I ain't talking bout five Hoe text IG better end it with live That beat was dead but my lyrics revive Don't do this for Fun got 99 reasons Vision in my head but I'm not dreaming Rub my hands like it's cold but I'm scheming My eyes red you could tell I'm a demon Call her my clothes she all on my body Sucking my dick everyday like a hobby Love riding me like a Maserati Tell her rake it up like my name yo gotti Stealing from stores no bitch put the cash in Walk the fuck out like it never happened Do it again hope they don't start blasting If we get caught we running we dashing Made a couple of sins I had to survive Never got too wrapped up like a damn tie Knew if I did I'd be ready to die Snakes be greedy for your piece of the pie Said I'd make it out speak into existence Deep in my thoughts like I'm reminiscing Play with my fam I ain't even dissing Ending your ass like a finished a sentence I'm like a scuba see money I dive Bitch I got stars I ain't talking bout five Hoe text IG better end it with live That beat was dead but my lyrics revive Don't do this for Fun got 99 reasons Vision in my head but I'm not dreaming Rub my hands like it's cold but I'm scheming My eyes red you could tell I'm a demon
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