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DeAndra Daivon Nolan
DeAndra Daivon Nolan
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Blatt
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Da Don, Da Don
Get up and get out, I'm standin' ten toes
****, you a rat, we know that you told
Pull up on a **** block and aim at his fitted
You backin' that shit, yeah, it come wit' consequences
These **** tell they fold by they penny-pinchin'
I teach the class, fuck ****, just listen
Yeah, you better work you one, stay wit' the strap, boot up in the kitchen
Fuck **** play, make his ass Bobby Brown
Potato on the stick, it don't make a sound
I got a shooter, that boy keep a frown
Fuck **** play, yeah, this shit goin' down
On the B hunned, play wit' hunned round
Blitt-blitt-blitt, yeah, that's the chopper sound
Brodinski, what the fuck brackin'?
These **** play wit' my ape, get to clappin'
I can't chill wit' no bih', yeah, that's a no
Smoke a fuck **** just like a Newport
Yeah, they say my flow too mofuckin' dope
Pull up on a bitch ****, I'ma let it go
I'm a fat ****, can't fit on a boat
Got a lot of shooters lookin' through the peephole
We will slide, ****, yeah, you know how that go
Tell that lil' bitch get the racks off the floor
I just had to go up
Fanta, just po'ed up
These **** bitches
I know they ain't wit' it
Fuck **** play wit' the gang, chopper eat you
Catch him outside of his show, get to fishin'
Uh, yeah, it's a B on my fitted
I ain't got to say a word, **** just simp
All of my ****, they bangin' right side
Turn a **** whole block to a fish fry
Get up and get out, I'm standin' ten toes
****, you a rat, we know that you told
Pull up on a **** block and aim at his fitted
You backin' that shit, yeah, it come wit' consequences
These **** tell they fold by they penny-pinchin'
I teach the class, fuck ****, just listen
Yeah, you better work you one, stay wit' the strap, boot up in the kitchen
Fuck **** play, make his ass Bobby Brown
Potato on the stick, it don't make a sound
I got a shooter, that boy keep a frown
Fuck **** play, yeah, this shit goin' down
On the B hunned, play wit' hunned round
Blitt-blitt-blitt, yeah, that's the chopper sound
Brodinski, what the fuck brackin'?
These **** play wit' my ape, get to clappin'
Written by: DeAndra Daivon Nolan
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