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Grah Tah Tah
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Tory Lanez
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Yeah You lil' eat it beat it b*t*h, haha Yeah, n***a And suck my d**k, n***a FOREVEROLLING Ayy, I know y'all hoes want me in jail But I'ma stunt 'cause I'm a baller I damn near gave my heart to that b*t*h Still don't make time to call her I stopped beefin' with the opps, grah tah, grah tah tah I'm all off in lil' mama ear tryna make her give me that box, ha Thought she was committed but she was f**kin' off of my partners She reached back put them paws all on my balls and I ain't gon' stop her Ho I know when you top it off you finna swallow-allow-allow I come outside lookin' better than a bad b*t*h a bad b*t*h prolly can't even holler Ayy, I hahaha-hide your b*t*h to the bank Nah, b*t*h, I done hahaha-hide your b*t*h to thе bank I'm the type to take a n***a wholе b*t*h and I don't give a f**k what he say I'm the type to disrespect a n***a whole set, give a f**k what he bang I know that y'all b*t*hes want me in jail but I'm gon' keep stuntin' All this pavé in my diamonds sick, call me 3 Shine Back in school, them teachers called me fool Said I wouldn't be nothin' I know that it hurt they soul Whenever they see me stuntin' Came back to my high school in Lambos and Jags b*t*h, you was in class, I was out there chasin' bags She done broke my heart but she can't do that sh*t again b*t*h, I'm in my trap, boomin' like 2010 I still feel like I'm OJ da Juiceman, I make the trap ayy This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, b*t*h, you know I feel like OJ da Juiceman, I make the trap ayy This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, b*t*h, you know I feel like Yeah, b*t*h, I feel like Yak, in this splat with a big old MAC, yeah And the attire all back, yeah, only Sniper, that's facts, yeah Until they let my papers I'm just payin' to get you wack It ain't nothing to get you Peter Row'd, got Pico flippin' sacks I could always go back to the trap I ever get tired of the rap They know I hit that slab and I put vitamins in the crack, yeah And I'm poppin' fraud, look like Mariah in the lab Look like Dexter with this desktop how I just got me a jag, uh I was on the mollies on a private jet just playin', uh Baking soda, Pyrex, hit the projects when I land, uh I like Glocks, FNs, yah I like pots and pans, yah The dope won't come back 10, uh, baby girl, hold my hand, uh I know you n***as feelin' like you safe with me in prison, ain't it But 3 bodies dropped behind the fence and steady killin', ain't it Now 6 bodies drop they called me out on my own mission, ain't it Yeah, I shot a few opps, I popped a few tops, but I ain't finished, ain't it Pewm, pewm pewm pewm, pewm Pewm pewm pewm, pewm, uh money fold, I want a scroll I ain't want no deals, uh I cut back that circle, I caught lots of cases Pullin' up, drop top Wraith is I still feel like I'm OJ da Juiceman, I make the trap ayy This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, b*t*h, you know I feel like OJ da Juiceman, I make the trap ayy This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, b*t*h, you know I feel like
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