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Gilbert liera
Gilbert liera
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I could fuck a hoe for free but imma buy a wife though Move it out the side door fuck her in the backseat Custy at the light because he odeed He don't want to die but he got cop some more speed Need that smok um' They want to toke up I got the smoke My aces over My faces poker To face Jehovah The greatest owner I be giving checkbooks, I'm a loner They just want to break me up got my composure Roll a blunt to feed my soul blow the doja Took these people by the loop like roller Whoa They told me that they down so we can go up But when shit go south they never hit a bro up What you know? How'd you grow up? You was raised inside the house bitch you don't know us Hoes They in my rover act like they know us We met them club and they said they gone show us Just how the tootsie roll she on my tootsie pop She got her titties pop she want the fentanyl Her pussy edible I got an edible Said I'm incredible I don't trust a hoe cause name me one that's credible She got me federal this what the feta do And I alway get the bread I like my cheddar too That mean I bake it up my diamond on me vegetables I don't make no sense like if I was the letter two If pac was here I'd be the one that he send letters to They think they sick, I got the thera flu They think I got genjutsu look at what this stare will do They see they own reflection I do what a mirror do The clip ain't ladder that's just how it appear to you These shots is never ending she want pop a pill or two Katara water bending on my neck like rivers do I'm a player man you know it's just what niggas do She gon blame me anyway so imma hit her too Hoes We'll drink a beer or two if she wanted too Take her to the telly we do what she want to do Feel like I'm curtis jack she ain't worth 50 cent I could easily replace her on the internet These hoes be fucking for a quarter I keep a bitch or two lamb into my slaughterhouse garage location Liverpool I be leaning on my liver getting drunk up at the pool party Pouring bitches in my liquor watch them roll & shake biscotti cake no shake She watching for the play no games just take Out the country like I'm blake So she asking for some crepes Only if I get to creep getting creeky by the lake Need that smok um They want to toke up I got the smoke My aces over my faces poker To face jehova The greatest owner
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