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Wrestlemania
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Danny G
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sh*t, I'm 'bout fly as space Beef could start at 7:59, he gon' die at 8 Nah, for real, like I really put the "I" in fake That don't make sense 'cause I ain't fake at all Yo b*t*h could be a starting point guard, the way she play with balls Walk into the function fly as f**k, feel like I'm taking off Booty poking trough that Lululemon, told her take it off Danny G tripped on this b*t*h, he should watch his step n***as thinking all my drip fake 'cause it's not on shelf Told this lil' b*t*h she useless, she ain't got no L's sh*t, so am I, check the stats, I ain't got no L's If I take a step in Meijers, I'm evacuating giffies Glock got a drum, see a opp, evacuate the victim Cut into yo b*t*h thеn she let me еvaluate them titties How the f**k he spent his last on pape and he ain't make a penny? Like, looking at these hoes like this d**k ain't gon' blow itself Huh, looking at the opp like the stick ain't gon' blow itself Hopped in the Scat like the whip ain't gon' float itself f**k a job interview, got one from Aye, f**k a job interview, got one from Adam22 Scam grandmothers, swipe cards, that's what I tend to do Could've bought your lil' Impala, bought a tennis shoe Let him try to jump in the deep, bro putting fin to use Feel like Shaka Zulu, keep the stick, boy, I will pop yo noddle If I ever tell bro draw the weapon, he is not gon' doodle Nah, for real, like if he catch him out, he doing opp so futile Keep a toaster and I specialize in turning thots to strudels Got that f**ker on me in the spaceship like I'm Baby Yoda Looking at my b*t*h like you can't tell me that she ain't the coldest We'll knock yo unkie out his socks, boy, we won't play with Otis I don't even know what rhyme with that sh*t, man, come on Squaring up with us, think common sense done left his cranium Sixty .233s, he thought this sh*t was WrestleMania If I let my dawgs up out that cage, it ain't no taming 'em If I ain't with my b*t*h or 'round Big Beaver, I'm with gang and 'em Black-ass AF1s on, I'm feeling dangerous You could be the chain on my neck, couldn't hang with us Aye, you could be the chain on my neck, couldn't hang with us Think these n***as warm the bench a lot, they don't play with us Hit Wally's with a punch, f**k around, broke my wrist Want a real b*t*h, oh, forgot that they don't exist I'll throw a 7.62, let him throw a fist All these f**king scams I done did, I can't go legit Pull up with yo mans, you gon' have to say his eulogy Grabbed himself a spot in Heaven reaching for my jewelry We could probably build a f**king house with all this toolery Acting bad in Neimans, got kicked out for all my foolery
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