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Isaiah Booker
Isaiah Booker
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Kendall Hudson
Kendall Hudson
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Jarrett Maultsby
Jarrett Maultsby
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(I jus wanna blow wan' go Osama) (Medical we blow on rastajuana) (I won't make her go if she don't wanna) (She pop out wit' all new 'Lenci on her) (Every round i'll be here in the corner) (Clear that they don't want it how i want it) (On the edge I push 'em to the summit) (Cumming, cumming Hiro! in her stomach) (Leh' ride Leh' ride) Name some niggas do it better than like Hiro and ZaY, I'll wait Give no fuck if they ahead right now Ima pave my way Fell in love with the bands, pray that they give me a chance, i'll take They'll see the outcome and forget that we had to work our way up Tell her "babygirl I'm sorry 'bout your friends they told me to come and lay up They was wit it, they was all the way in it ain't nothing I could make up Whoadie riding round the town, F&N said he scared they tryna' take us Fuck it Ima take her down once again, paint her face i'll be her makeup We made up, we didn't make up but we made Yeah, we made love She take fake drugs to the face just to feel a buzz Black truck her friends in the Sprinter Van waiting for me to get done with her They already know what's up, 'cuz they got the treatment too When I fell down you gave me up quick, ain't gain nun' from believing in you Feet crushed, these is bleeder shoes Name brand on the insoles too 'Lenciaga come let me behind ya' Fuck about a gnat i'll crack her mama They wouldn't save a plate for me your honor after i gave 'em all I had Calm me down, I'm not one for the drama Busting down the pick, i broke the llama AP Presidential 'Rack Obama We ran up a lil' that's why they mad I just wanna blow, wan' go Osama Medical we blow on rastajuana I won't make her go if she don't wanna Have her put it on I put it on her (Ouuwuha) Here's a band shawty slim fit the waist How we could from holding hands to not talking all day Even though can't stand I'll never make her go or stay Type of bitch tryn' fuck a nigga mans I'll never let come my way But I might give her one night stand Call a nigga 'D.Bland' pick her off for her box show the play Ouuwuha, want a nigga on her love island but I'm lost at sea right now Tryna wrap me in told her leave me out Any mess he in got this gat that'll clean it out On a mission hit the road with a speeding route Different bitches for the bros only need they mouth Bunch of bitches could've chose but the bitch I chose ain't the nigga that she dream about You want hella men, back peddling Owe me hella cash but the bitch broke, sent a settlement Murder the bitch wrote aw she better then Ain't the type to boast, new bitch wetter than Used to do it for the hoe now it's for the man Bitch I'm a pro, tryna clone the flow hoping that they grow Hiro! goat twin Get it up, if your pockets low get up Seven that's a load hit em' up Ouuwuha, bic that's mode lit as fuck Said I don't do the most don't do much and I dare the bitch call my bluff Rick Owens for the kicks magnet to the chicks got me thinking money equals lust Tell her "babygirl I'm sorry 'bout your friends they told me to come and lay up They was wit it, they was all the way in it ain't nothing I could make up Whoadie riding round the town, F&N said he scared they tryna' take us Fuck it Ima take her down once again, paint her face i'll be her makeup Beat a ho down fuck her makeup up Got they hand out they act like they made us That's why iso don't ask for no favors Behind my back she talk down but i made her I'm da reason she do what she do I'm da reason she got what she got My heart hurt i might cry but im not I'm on drugs I might pop like a lot I been too locked in Getting rich I won't stop then They like iso why you pop 10s Pray to lord hope he save me Don't know why niggas hate me I show love they throw shade B I been working they lazy as fuck They my son and shit they wanna be like us
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