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TYLER Q HALL
TYLER Q HALL
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Karsheam Simpkins
Karsheam Simpkins
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Aye Look uh I'm sipping pink like Easter I feel like a chemist pour wock out the beaker I'm only selling weed cause I don't fuck with no Tweakers The way she sucking my dick she must've been a teether Hop in the foreign i'm breaking the meter She say i'm rough and rugged, love my demeanor And she don't fuck around, she know i'm quick to leave her Aye look That shit that she doing is making my dick soft In the bank like Houdini getting tricks off She Saying i'm nice, I see red when I'm pissed off Smoke, Smoke moon rock thats liftoff I'm in the stu locked getting hits off Model bitch with me tryna get a flick off Take her to the spot i'm taking her fit off Aye Look All these drugs around I feel like a addict They know Tef getting Higher than the attic Bitch keep calm, I don't do the dramatics I'm drawing shit up like I got the schematics Niggas major in acting, i'm doing mathematics We talking bout rap know i'm higher than average And I can't fuck with these bitches Cause they all come with baggage We can't go back and forth We can't Tit for Tat it Why GG Tef in her phone Cause i been had it Know that I been splacked it Know that I been splashed it That ain't my bitch you could have it I could pass it Whip brand new the pedal imma mash it 5 grams in my blunt you know you can't match this You can't get over on me I pree tactics Float like a butterfly sting like a bee Feel like Cassius Huh He was tryna step like me i'm too drippy I don't think he want the smoke with me imma hippie I'm all about hustle, I feel like Nipsy She love to pull up on me cause imma get her tipsy Me and Tef just be passing these bitches like frisbees Treat the stu like a Hotel feeling like Bigsby Yeah I live a sweet life but this ain't no disney I been seeing checks nigga this ain't no stimmy If I keep pouring up I might fuck up my kidney Swear to god, Swear to god me and Tef always be making tracks Yeah we got chemistry Okay We been doing this shit for huh We been doing this shit for a long time You better learn your History Okay Ion give a fuck this your block imma step on your toes Okay Ion trust no one so the Glock imma keep it close Okay Nigga get burned for the bread we gone turn him to toast Okay She said she want some more Mula heres another dose Like bitch i'm outside hope you ready to roll Whenever she see me, she get out control If she pull up on me she leave without a soul I really come from the bottom no heat just the stove I was only 17 on a stage and I dove I was only 15 in the mall stealing clothes Now a nigga 26 in the bank till it close Uh okay Aye Look uh I'm sipping pink like Easter I feel like a chemist pour wock out the beaker I'm only selling weed cause I don't fuck with no Tweakers The way she sucking my dick she must've been a teether Hop in the foreign i'm breaking the meter She say i'm rough and rugged, love my demeanor And she don't fuck around, she know i'm quick to leave her Aye look That shit that she doing is making my dick soft In the bank like Houdini getting tricks off She Saying i'm nice, I see red when I'm pissed off Smoke, Smoke moon rock thats liftoff I'm in the stu locked getting hits off Model bitch with me tryna get a flick off Take her to the spot i'm taking her fit off
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