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Jacob Sugars
Jacob Sugars
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What's the business, lookin kinda spicious Why the fuck you wearin' Abercrombie round the bitches? Got her on her knees, think I'm Jesus she religious Catch the holy ghost, this'll only take a minute Since twenty twenty ten ten, had my Benny bands up In a Benny Ben Benz gettin tippy top top In de-fenny-fen-fence, Called her frenny-friends up Many many men can, many many choose not If you need it we can shoot more shit if you ready Porche speedin', that's a new horse whip, not a Chevy She need me to buy the new forces, gold diggin Why she eatin off the 2 4 6 at the Denny's? Yea I'm kickin down the door, blunt sparked, lil hoarse Got a bad lil chick, drop it lower than her fuckin credit score If you think you got a problem we got many many more All the boys big spenders yea a buncha high rollers Heard you think you poppin' we know that's a big dream Hated every mother fucker by the age of sixteen You got trash up in your car, you gotta keep the whip clean Off white, all night like she sniffin' whip cream Big walker, big stepper big steppin' Feelin' like a King, that's King no Tekken Seen him at the scene, bang pow, big slept him 50 Cal, ow, that's a big ass weapon The racks gettin' betta, they see me gettin betta The bars are like its gen pop, pop it like berettas Back to back in twin Jags, you dashin' in a Jetta They lookin' for the trouble if they want it come and get it In my hand, smokin' dookies lookin like a missile Hit you wit a Snapchat, and you still wouldn't get the picture What's the plan, I'm very picky I would never be her mister She got hair above her lip, I swear to god I wouldn't kiss her I got a couple lame birds, you can take those from me Green bud, purp flurp, that's a rainbow for me Need luck, no verse, witcha play dough money Freeze up, sleep hearse, if you changed up on me Ok I'm killin' 808s you say a word I'm goin' bonkers We don't gotta talk we just pull out a rocket launcher Tell that hoe to get up off the ground and fix her posture I don't wanna beat i want the jaw like orthodonture Heard you think you poppin' we know that's a big dream Hated every mother fucker by the age of sixteen You got trash up in your car, you gotta keep the whip clean Off white, all night like she sniffin' whip cream Big walker, big stepper big steppin' Feelin' like a King, that's King no Tekken Seen him at the scene, bang pow, big slept him 50 Cal, ow, that's a big ass weapon
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