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(Jiles) Skipping thru the block in some hunnid dollar socks Feel like Felix with the mask when I’m running down a op Imma one man team, imma take up all the shots My side b*t*h a big tease but she be giving me the mop Big boy, big toy Watch me clear the whole venue She a big snack, big meal and i got pu**y on the menu PH balance balance out When she teeter on the d**k Ashing out ya dead homies, just don’t ash up in my whip Home invader back in town , and we running through the cheese Older brothеr gave me rides, riding shotty was his fiеnd Those was good days, rob the corner store for food and liquor Feel like Lupe Haram Somali b*t*h with it boy, she go both ways Another dead body hit the pavement, another cold case My younging thirsty for that lick, so i gave the okay For the love of the money boy like The O’jays (Felix) All these n***as full of sh*t Might just move to budspest Finna flood out all my wrists Just to shoot my cover yeah Long as I’m felx, imma raise up my fists At the top skyscrapes ,screaming "How can I miss?" I was hollow last year, but I was thuggin that sh*t Almost off the edge yeah, That muholland drive sh*t Nevermind, settle down, need a Nike check Alyx nike sh*t, check out my fit No one the corner got a swagger like him Make hid own hits, handle my biz Mastermind, Number nine, come to mind yeah When I’m 'round, don’t you all, come around here (Luke Bar$): My b*t*h like Mariah, I'm like Richard Pryor (yeah) Talk to her nice, she wet just like the Nile yeah My dawgs pop n***as like f**king pop tires (uh) I eat a rap n***as up like papayas I rap circles around rap n***as no bias I wrap the wrap around your neck until your dying Look inside your eyes I dare you just to try me He don't war, he a certified pu**y (b*t*h a** n***a) Throwing gang signs boy whenever I'm with Rutland (yeah) My chain hangs low, you will never see me tuck it (yeah) She said imma j*rk, ion take her out in public Ion f**k with chicken these b*t*hes always cluckin' She wanna stress me out, wanna be fendi out (fendi) A couple of your homeboys flying b*t*hes out (zroom) You know that everybody don't stick to the G code You know deep down n***as don't respect the elo (ma**allah) Road to the bag you gotta watch for the peephole Getting all this cash boy I even love my nickels (Meech BOLD) At 6 in the morning , Yawning 10 years been flawless All my joints be knocking Most you n***as is boring F**k em mami, I’m gorgeous Had to switch up my sources They was peeping my stories They was watching the films That me & fu be scoring Don’t be jacking our style Swear to God they’ll ignore it Give it a couple more months See our mini me's I ain’t got no enemies I am not a killer So don’t push me to those tendencies Stay connected like my WiFi, popped up like tada This black magic, that y’all practice is really kaka On to the next like the name Sean carter Moving all products, what you want? Cuz we gotchaaaa Lil mama, I prolly might be the problem Cuz these bright lights turn a n***a to a monster
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