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William Graves
William Graves
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Come on, come on
Baby, what's up, I'm 38, I'm doin' ****, yeah
Yeah, oh
Skrrt, skrrt
Baby, what's up, I'm 38
And I be doin' shit these **** can't
If you ain't real, I can't relate
I'm what these **** ain't
Dope smellin' like some wet paint
Make a junkie faint
Young **** slidin' for a hat
He tryna up his rank
I mash the gas, all threw they hood
I'm tryna swing that lead
Next bitch don't know how to throw that ass
I'm smackin' the back of her head
When I be thinkin' bout the guys
Bitch, I start seein' red
****, fuck your mans
If he was alive, I'd get him dead again
I was gone, but now I'm back
Lil' bitch, I'm tapped in
Bae, loaded off the meds
So bring your best friend
I got married to the streets
My Glock, my best man
We hit a ****'s kickback
And make it backspin
My **** T, scam your daddy
Better not have a chase
Keep a big Glock, big shots
Take a **** face
Back shots on a thick thot
Fuckin' up her lace
I just made a pit stop
Like we in a race
****, know I'm ridin
Solo clutchin' on my hammer
Tell him fuck him to his face
I never had no manners
Know I keep some dog shit
Lil' bitch, I need a pamper
If you know, you know
Bitch, I was wrappin
Before I started rappin
Fuck, **** hate me
But they bitch call me Fat Daddy
Bitch, my chain like 30 G's
It got my neck heavy
I can still go out and hit the road
Don't gotta use the Navi
****, RIP
Lil' fat, I count my money backwards
I got two phones on
And they both slappin
When I get the bag, it disappear
This shit look like magic
Bitch, I want his head
I make a call
And get him goin' the fastest
In the kitchen cookin
Like my mama
I ain't have no daddy
They like, Hauncho, what you got
I pull up, send da addy
I can't live without my trap phone
Just put it in my casket
Side part, or bust down
I like my bitches ratchet
In the cut, she keep it nasty
Outside, she classy
She eat dick without me askin
Know I'm on her badly
When she callin, I'm a
Baby, send a addy
I be chasin' chicken
Got me greasy, I ain't never ashy
I take good dope and wrap it
Put it in a baggy bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What the fuck goin' on
It's 38
It's 38, Hauncho, ****
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Facts
Written by: William Graves
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