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steven cornell holmes
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Well I mine as well activate
And calculate glad to say how much gas In The pack today
Don't lack today
Sucka niggas gettin wack today
High asf I can't crash today
You don't ball we see you be da last to play
Yea wait
Dosilato dosidoe Gelato thirty three
Nigga dats dope smoke
Yea I like my bitches in pairs
Yellow bone shape like a pair
Imma just give stare liiiike
Gimme dat mama got back I'm bendin dat
One hundred sum racks won't fit in dat
Whippen dat aye whippen aye
Yea dope boy dope boy dope boy
Send it back
Uh mufucka need mula guap blues pesos
Big booty bitch datta do what I say so
Yep keep Datstrap in dis biih like django
Niggas gone die if I snap like thanos
Really get Gutta uh shit
Ride wit da Kutter
Dat Biih ststststudder
For da bread and the butta it's off wit his head
And dats on mother
I been dat nigga since six grade mobbin through rutledge with switch blades
Polish gold chains and I sale it to niggas and they wouldn't even know dat da shit fake
Remember them days I was Robbin
Remember I ain't have the pack
Niggas ain't have ya back
Fucking wit Eye
Niggas get smoke
Like I got cataracts
Smoking azmitac
Fuck on my bitch
Fire up Cadilac
I'm in my habitat
It's on me um smoking
I didn't have to stash da pack
Tony Montana my hero
Uma villain a minace no hero
Hella backwoods they stuff like taquitos
I don't love I don't trust on the B tho
Back in bitty
Um packing the glizzy
A pussy play wit me
Um off his fitted
I been in bama one hundred and nine days turn turning it up in da city
Damn I might drown in the sauce
To much flavor
Purple and yellow and crushed Ice Now my double cup Matching the lakers
You ain't doing shit biih where is The haters
I got status
Didn't t need practice
Freaky bitch show dat pussy I didn't pay to see gymnastics
I feel great so fantastic
Aye respect it or check it
I come and correct it
To come and collect it
Nigga our da slum wreckin
Ghetto gospel um da reverine
I was on twelfth ave two bells in a back pack
Posted wit Wayne
Leave niggsas in napsacks
If they think they gone clap back
Nigga Stay in yo lane
Tell moneyk match dat
Hit da blunt get flash back
Cuz ain't nothing the same
Well I mine as well activate
And calculate glad to say how much gas In The pack today
Don't lack today
Sucka niggas gettin wack today
High asf I can't crash today
You don't ball we see you be da last to play
Yea wait
Dosilato dosidoe Gelato thirty three
Nigga dats dope smoke
Yea I like my bitches in pairs
Yellow bone shape like a pair
Imma just give stare liiiike
Gimme dat mama got back I'm bendin dat
One hundred sum racks won't fit in dat
Whippen dat aye whippen aye
Yea dope boy dope boy dope boy
Send it back
Writer(s): Steven Holmes
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