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Hey, No PT Why he keep the pump with him like he work at the Texaco? Don't care if I miss her I gotta too much pride to text the hoe I gotta couple millions mama told me I was next to blow Take one of mine bitch the check the Score you play you might be next to go Had a dream that they gone kill me now I sleep with my shit loaded Only problems that I have is Patek, Breitling, or the Rollie I want money hoe you focused? Know my spread like guacamole Whip the lamb just like a slave bro nem said drive it like it's stolen They like Eli he a bitch and he ain't on shit he think he famous Armed and dangerous consequence for what he said is we gone stain em Shooter gangsters everybody round me clutching on a banger Diamonds blanging we ain't tucking shit boy all my chains is hanging Tennis lessons only thing I learned pick up them racks Call me trash but he posting me like what do you call that Master splinter I might chase the cheese but I won't ever rat Shawty say I need switch the color every fit I got is black Better hide you hoe when he round say Eli tryna beat her I be quiet be my blunt prolly hit louder than your speakers I got two hoes with me now they go both ways I call 'em either I don't care how bad she is I'll beat my meat before I need her Got four hoes in a two seater My last hoe put me on cheaters He dissing now quiet when we see him Ten hit his back he think he cheetah What a feeling to be rich And I'm not feeling ya bitch Fucked a emo bitch then her dirt she sad mad slit her wrist She been naked for a week swear I ain't seen this bitch pajamas And my nine be throwing bullets some like Bryce young out in Bama Her man mad my message pinned oh that's cool I'm finna slam her I might high step to the bank boy I feel like Dion Sanders Know I'm on different level I don't compete with them This the girl he love she give me brain than she go sleep with him They don't text you back but they be begging me to link with them Told her drive the boat and later on I'll prolly leave with them Switchy won't come off they on yo ass boy go high speed with them Know that v6 ain't touching shit nigga we leaving them I know all them niggas riding dick and I been peeping them Now his ass skipping states lol bro want a piece of him Why he keep the pump with him like he work at the Texaco? Don't care if I miss her I gotta too much pride to text the hoe I gotta couple millions mama told me I was next to blow Take one of mine bitch the check the Score you play you might be next to go Had a dream that they gone kill me now I sleep with my shit loaded Only problems that I have is Patek, Breitling, or the Rollie I want money hoe you focused? Know my spread like guacamole Whip the lamb just like a slave bro nem said drive it like it's stolen
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