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BADLAND FREESTYLE
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Lil West
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You already know what the f**k goin' on This that Rotten sh*t That 2018 sh*t Big guns, big gas Don't come to the city, b*t*h Out by 16, or dead on the scene, we're together forever Balenciagas what I'm dressing my b*t*h in Call 911, cause my Ruger just went missing How you got hands but tryin' to fight me with dissing Y'all is so broke that y'all can't even fix it Apollo said he need a Tesla, and make that b*t*h blue cause you know that he in this b*t*h crippin' All of y'all rappers are hoes, you see what I be on, and is instantly tryin' go rip it (Whoa, w-whoa, whoa) Step on my toes and you meetin' my back hand Jordan 4 Black Cats, I feel like I'm Batman Driving that Ghost, making turns like it's Pac-Man Your b*t*h was with me, we went to all bases like baseball but you not gon' see me in Raglans I come from Chatt, you not welcome You come in my city, you better consider it badland You f**k with my gang and you kickin' the bucket I turn your head to a mof**kin' nugget Diamonds on me, b*t*h I'm mof**kin' thuggin' Walk in too deep right inside of the function and you know a few of us got pistols we tuckin' If you with me, you better know that I'm f**kin' And if you with problems I'm shooting, no ducking That Palace Ralph Lauren collab, i'ma cop it Don't jump in my karma if you ain't 'bout profit Wake up bein' broke, I could never, I'm not it I chase for that bag, ain't no plan to be stoppin' They mad 'cause I'm runnin' my check up They see me in gold, they stressed up They mad 'cause I'm poppin' I just laugh, I don't say bless up And they b*t*h I text up I smash after y'all go out shopping (b*t*h, ha ha) Ay, sh*t Do it again Why does West never answer his phone? I start, b*t*h, then I put my d**k in Look like I'm putting the key in ignition Little b*t*h out but I didn't even hit it Got so geeked up that I couldn't even kiss her I was sleeping, that b*t*h start takin' pictures Lot of rats on me, she start grabbin' my britches She like the hook, but I've never been fishing All I be doing is minding my business I'm in a whip, and it's a rental I'm with my b*t*h, go get a kennel Got the blue check, b*t*h I'm official Grown man racks, I'm not a kiddo Give me your head, b*t*h I'll be your pillow She make my d**k hard like armadillo She whip her head back and forth like Willow She open her mouth and it look like a hippo Money long, b*t*h, like I'm an athlete That's why she gon' tat my name on her ass check With the boys like we on the backstreet We got toys but we don't look happy b*t*h with me, she from the valley f**ked the b*t*h first time out in Cali Only n***a poppin' up in my county All these racks, that's why b*t*hes around me All this cash, like rewards from a bounty I was on the phone with my accountant Spent so much, now I got an allowance Water on my neck, n***a I'm drowning I just got a check, I'm tryna count it I don't watch a b*t*h, I wander around her Money sittin' tall, like it's a mountain She gon' f**k the kid, just for an outfit
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