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BIPOLAR!
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Bandingo YGNE
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N***a get up out my way Pu**y n***a run my fade And I'm reppin CMA Crescent Moon on my face And I'm going dumb now Lame n***as wanna run now Hood n***a going up now I just want a bustdown Lonely Rich wanna be up now And I'ma get the bustdown if the pistol gotta bust now I'll be cold down to the bone Couple quarters on ya dome Got my jawn she's white as snow Something new, stack it up for the show Oh sh*t, kick it into high gear, that's another level Heavy metal rock b*t*h, my souls toxic She want kids, might do splits Call me Lonely Rich, always full of tricks Don't you act surprised by my madness, nah Feel like RennyUno with the matches, huh So high, moving slow like Mola**es, huh And the shotty got twin barrels call em nostrils, aye Keep six shots, Glocks on top Seen you with the opps, guess plotting not enough Evil demon kidd, yea you know I sin I'ma f**k it up then run the beat right back again Okay Lonely Rich about to f**k it Writing in the stu while I'm sippin on a double cup If I don't f**k with you, and there's beef I'm never letting up All I spit is truth, sad n***a really turning up, running it up Aye B*t*h, runnin amuck Yuh, b*t*h, tearin it up B*t*h I like to f**k I don't wanna cuff Might just pop a skittle Lil baby solve the riddle I don't wanna fiddle Get the head and the skedaddle Cause we real young n***as and we tote them poles Got my Glock so close yea the strap is not for show If I call my n***a Maxxkii we gon let a n***a know All that flexin for the Gram gonna get yo a** smoked, God Damn Been to clean like a parakeet Bet that booty make me c*m fast that's embarra**ing All you new rap n***as an embarra**ment Everybody wanna rap, but they barley spit Some hoes like me cause I'm arrogant Some try to tear me down, but they ain't tearing sh*t N***a run up on me, you gon' parish quick We don't give a f**k about ya ring filled marriages Bouncing out it's hammertime, b***on up, Caroline Said you gonna kill me oh I guess you like to fantasize I just caught a body got to get my hands sanitized I was gon' school you rappers now a n***a thinking Columbine Speaking sh*t into existence like a profit Why these pu**y n***as trippin' off of objects Love is in front of you, guns is in front of you, drugs is in Front of you, tell me which last longer Think about it, you got a whole family that care But after you shoot the righteous, you gotta dump it Somewhere And drugs are temporary it's only about the flare So light that motherf**ker up and puff it into the air I ain't tripping on teaching young n***as, coach trippin' though They said I blew up of this and that but I'm still getting richer though Pockets look green, yea them sh*ts looking like Piccolo Put your hands on my girl the I might just have to hit a hoe, b*t*h N***a get up out my way Pu**y n***a run my fade And I'm reppin CMA Crescent Moon on my face N***a get up out my way Pu**y n***a run my fade And I'm reppin CMA Crescent Moon on my face
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