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20 Mayıs 2022
FirmaDope City Natives
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BPM127
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Valence
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Just touched down bienvenidos a Miami
That presidential Fontainebleau
I’m so icy
Estoy ganando lil mama say dámelo papi
Creo que lo haré lo haré
Boat on my wrist
I got silk on my dick
A suitcase of drugs
Like assortments and shit
You never know what you gonna need
So I over do it like Kanye tweets
I roll with a crew that would die for the set
Bitches who like when I call em that shit
And they like that Elsa
Start singing the anthem from frozen and shit
Go let it snow
Woke up with my dick out
In a bed full of holes
For real tho I go bilbo
Go yard bag ins
Louie heel toes
I’m so mint though
I don’t hit hoes I just steal hoes
She cum fast when I hit slow
I go in like banana split
Sucks your chick is a fan of this
We could be friends
But your mans a bitch
You won’t won’t like stallion did
No I’m 5’3 with a foot of bliss
Your iPhone cam can’t manage this
Can you handle this
I walk up in that mo’ fucker
Like
Oh Lord
Ten twenties fifties hundreds
Ima blow em all
Bout my paper bout my family
We just go forward
I get digits mo’ fucker
Check the scoreboard
You need to score more
Oh lord
Hmm
Scoreboard scoreboard scoreboard
Scoreboard scoreboard scoreboard
Scoreboard scoreboard scoreboard
You need to score more
Yeah
I keep her wetter than jacuzzi's
She said fuck me
Like you already knew me
She said fuck me
Even better than the movies
She said fuck me
Like you mean something to me
I get pussy for breakfast
Count my paper for a brunch
Her friends ask bout her sex life
She says I get a bunch
Millionaire in the making
Keep my heart on the truth
I ain't saying I'm better man
I'm just better than you
I turned bad debts to assets
I played bag chef
Now I'm passed checks
It's money family over everything
And my faith in that
Till my last breathe
I walk around like a demy God
Sins drippin like a prison yard
And this hook is mars
I walk up in that mo’ fucker like
Oh Lord
Ten twenties fifties hundreds
Ima blow em all
Bout my paper bout my family
We just go forward
I get digits mo’ fucker
Check the scoreboard
You need to score more
Oh lord
Hmm
Scoreboard scoreboard scoreboard
Scoreboard scoreboard scoreboard
Scoreboard scoreboard scoreboard
You need to score more
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