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Trent Bernard Barrow
Trent Bernard Barrow
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Round, young virgin, Mother, and Child Holy infant, so tender and mild Sleep I got like a hundred songs in my head I got like a thousand songs in my Head I got like a million songs in my head Something like a billion fucking Songs in my head I got like a hundred songs in my head I got like a thousand songs in my Head I got like a million songs in my head Something like a billion fucking Songs in my head Hold on little niggas, this 08 Lil Thrilla I Don't play no game with no pussy Ass niggas I don't play no game with no little Bitty bitches I'm tryna stack up all of my riches I'm stacked up, racked up, turned to The maximum My little freak, tryna suck ME like Dracula I told that little bitch, don't take my Soul Stack, baby, I never would fold I told these niggas I'm off on a Mission I kick back my shoes and I'm steady Big fishing I don't give a fuck if you can't see the Vision Swallow me, baby, it's big daddy Pimpin I ain't in this bitch for no Competition Niggas steady talkin', but they need To listen I ain't playin' around with these lyrics I can get real fucking vicious Niggas don't wanna with me Little thrilla in this bitch, I'm pour Up Nigga got me a little slut in a cut Finna put her in her gut, then roll One up Then take me a puff Numb, numb, nigga, like I play with Dope Swing at the coupe and it flow like a Boat Fuck all these niggas that tryna play Me off I hope the opps put dick all in your Bitch throat I got, like, a hundred songs in my Head I got, like, a thousand songs in my Head I got, like, a million songs in my head Somethin' like a billion fucking Songs in my head I got, like, a hundred songs in my Head I got, like, a thousand songs in my Head I got, like, a million songs in my head Somethin' like a billion fucking Songs in my head Stop hatin', Thrilla that nigga don't Play with the basics I'm swingin' this shit like I'm Motherfuckin' Jason Don't stop, I feel the sensation I might have to buy this bitch a lil' Bracelet High in the bitch, hella blunts in Rotation Get wild, Hog nation The cops show up, no corroboration We deep in this bitch, world Domination Fuck that shit, fresh then a bitch Haters be press this bitch, talk about The kid I don't give a fuck, you ain't live how I live Stomach been touchin' my back and My ribs Now all I think about is my ends I don't give a fuck if you're not my Friend Business is business, we tryin' to get Rich Shout out to my ballas, we makin' Them sick Thrilla go, so goddamn hard I rock the lil' bitch to sleep All she wanna do is cuddle my meat She lovin' the way that I wake up to Eat And I don't really give a fuck about No beef I let my niggas handle that for the Street But you gon' creep Welcome to hell, nigga, feel that heat I got, like, a hundred songs in my Head I got, like, a thousand songs in my Head I got, like, a million songs in my head Somethin' like a billion fucking Songs in my head I got, like, a hundred songs in my Head I got, like, a thousand songs in my Head I got, like, a million songs in my head Somethin' like a billion fucking Songs in my head
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