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Kaio Big 24 sh*t The way this rap sh*t payin' me, might not shoot another beam (I swear) Like I direct movies, I pull up shootin' on the scene (Doot-doot-doot-doot) It ain't drop to the bottom, who done sold you that lean? (F**k is that?) Thought that b*t*h done tooted up, put it on your tone ring Every n***a walkin' with me got a watch and that b*t*h bling (Bling) Don't get your a** popped, jumping into sh*t you ain't into (Doot-doot-doo) Even when I play football, I kept a stick on me (That b*t*h on me) The Glock ain't tryna take you on a date when it's hittin' on you F**k around and shoot the party up, leave the hit rollin' I ain't even put it in yet, got this b*t*h moanin' (Ahh) D**k game got her a** hype, she need melatonin (B*t*h calm down) Hit hеr from the back, this b*t*h lil pu**y got some power (Mmm) Brain so dumb, shе coulda played zeke off the power (Damn) Just popped a perc and an addy, I'm finna go some hours No I don't want that pu**y, b*t*h if it's smellin' sour (Get the f**k off) She eat it up like Pac-Man when I'm in the shower Just f**ked two 5'11 hoes, call them Twin Towers (Damn) Long legs and long head, man this b*t*h a stallion (Sheesh) Got a Chinese b*t*h, but she look Italian (Sheesh) Call my TEC Draymond 'cause it'll get to foulin' (Doot-doot-doo) TLC, I'm always creepin', drinkin' pink but it ain't Easter Don't really f**k with rap hoes, they wanna f**k and get a feature You still gotta pay me ten, either that or you can beat it BFB I pray over the syrup before I drink it I call her "Pooty Booty" when we f**k she always queefin' Her daddy black and momma white, saved her number under "Zebra" Show a n***a how to eat, they still wantin' me to feed them B*t*h I got three kids I gotta feed, go suck a p*n*s Sneak always tryna slide, I might give big bro a brick When I was f**ked up in Houston, didn't nobody give me sh*t Told my side b*t*h I'm sorry, man I bust her on the lip I told the b*t*h I'm boutta c*m and she wouldn't get up off my d**k (Uh) Perc 30 packed, get a strip and get some fit My monger longer than the strip, hold on, let me talk my sh*t I invest in my hoes, I might go and frost my wrist My granny dipped in my stash and I went across her sh*t Don't judge me, man I know I got some crazy lines He think that's his kid, but I'm knowin' that that baby mine Finesse he drinkin' green, he think it's red, hit him with the dot I been that n***a way back when Snow had a lazy eye Big lunch crew, get slumped crew "Oh man that b*t*h a sl*t", chill, I'm a sl*t too Keep the blick under my stomach, sh*t, but I'll punch too You get money, I can't get with you, then it's f**k you n***a Hahahahahaha, the lunch crew company
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