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Christopher Justin Womack
Christopher Justin Womack
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Jaylon Howard
Jaylon Howard
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These boys aint fuckin' wimme All these blues think i signed to Nipsey All my hoes sadity, her pussy pink just like these fifties I get high as Whitney, I get them P's in by the twenty And them members with me, we hit your town,fuck up da city All my bad bitches, Clockin in, shaking ass and titties They like gahdam, that nigga there he really pimpin They like gahdam, that nigga there he really gettin' it They like gahdam, that nigga there he really wit' it All these damn bags, I got the grower fuckin' wimme Get em gone fast, I get a hunnid, pay for fifty Play im on yo ass I hope you got your football pads Cause' I call this blitz, them boys wont miss,your dick in the grass Once I call that hit, them boys go spin, that shit get bad Now you rest in piss, broke momma heart, why you do that Only had one wish, to get a plug on the bags Then I got that shit, so bitch I gotta make it last Im a big fish bitch, spend yo savings on my wrist Yeen talking bout shit, blew dat lil shit on my bitch Thats a ten on a fit, oh these kicks,thats yo rent Take that bullshit off your neck, that aint water thats some flint These boys aint fuckin' wimme All these blues think i signed to Nipsey All my hoes sadity, her pussy pink just like these fifties I get high as Whitney I get them P's in by the twenty And them members with me, we hit your town,fuck up da city All my bad bitches, Clockin in, shaking ass and titties They like gahdam, that nigga there he really pimpin They like gahdam, that nigga there he really gettin' it They like gahdam, that nigga there he really wit' it
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