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Yeah, fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it Woo Ive got me thinking some way Yeah ha ha Beast in the game they be calling me names But they never can get at me Like most of these niggers a joke I was 16 with no one ahead of me Bitches with Mongrels you know when you see them Cause this niggers pedigree Im that pinnacle host cause all this niggers close And all he is my enemy I over impressed ha bought her that new compressor Now she is making the streets I'm that lethal on beats I get her to fester I just left her alone with it all at her home And I tell her it guh suh Now she's phoning my phone said he's soon coming home I said why are you a fuss suh See me stand out in that in the crowd In that suem that they haven't seen before King Kong with his white bitch and black bitches hating She's stripping say she a whore She in love with the D like a E An she know I don't F for a G or more I bring all the cake to the table An let all my niggers come eat it all Mi casa she knows this I'm parting these seas like im Moses I tek so much flights in a fuck with these heights I'm in love with a hostess Done bate with police so I'm bate in these Beats I don't care in the slightest I'ma roll one and smoke one a whole one Till I feel like I feel like a psychic Fuck the feds Porkpies, straight cash we don't talk lies Businessmen we don't sport ties I've got 5 bms and they all fly Shift gears in that beamer Christina turner like Tina I got that white girl on that Nina Plus some bad bitch you ain't seen ah Young star come far ball out you got 1 car Black shades and them black braids an that bad bitch on that 1 R I mean, R1 my shit roaring My baby mum she kept calling I let it rain I make it rain an when it rain it start pouring High risk heard the pay I was stripped searched every 30 days Kilo grams turned a k And if it weren't raw it get turned away She see me in her sleep she got imagination Money is that route I've got that navigation Show them how to flip without no complications Im a boss so i handle all negotiations This is game time no play time They talk money I make mine Ride out on that fire blade yeah I call that flame time Rip pass and I flip cash Ya your girl try look she get whiplash I go ard youngstars brinks Matt Gold bars 30 bags for them golf Rs She liked black and white I got her both cars Phone has to come over it's a drink up we not sobar She gets dick she gets whipped it's ten bags for that sofa It's my life high life live a lot of that limelight My side were always Geed up we multiply and reach heights woo We multiply and reach heights
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