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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with
'Til one of us in an ambulance
the smoke of the spliff in your eyes
You ain't gon' live you die
Intelligent bitch on my
She bitching I'm spitting habitual
I hit her up my jet land
Got a swisher tucked in my
Front news, I'm young Jesus
Eating bagels no cable on
fucking hoes since when Mase was on
I hope that hears my prayers
One day you're here, the next day gone
So me and Earl smoking weed on lawn
Some dope rap on ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no, feed your girl
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, chick
Met her off Twitter Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke somewhere in a Fisker
I could pull your bitch with a whisper and her
ho
She only dumb cause she love that
Somewhere high reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she through and watch Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
love me cause I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause I they fertile
In Myrtle Beach a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Für
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with
a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me
I said Josh's beard is Paul Revere
When he walk in the room it's God is here
I'm at a shop in Montauk throwing tomohawks
At civilians I'm

I'm on the nigga
She it like a champ
And I'm proud of her
I'm on the couch where that is burning
I'm shouting, "I fuck with you"
I don't, never love a ho
But we could doctor, ma
Open wide for
cowgirl's crotch riding
With a clean, fro, lopsided
Tell the label I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I don't that nigga
Bold ass little low class villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't him
It's the Trashwang nigga, what's up
pint of hope in that plastic cup
Real nigga from the start the casket shut
Present his own as a basket one
Present-day nigga, smack the judge
Riding with them same niggas ashin'
While that bass make his like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, take the and run
Know that if he I'm harrassin' him
the big toe so they tagged the tongue
Out here stuntin' like I'm to, dog
Blowing more smoke than a broke
Pipe only spirit that I menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you these paws
Living like '62
Spit and my genitals
My to split the swisher
My niggas the residuals

Hey, it's marijuana
Pot growing, blaring Gil
while we pill pop
Errand run and cop
Niggas I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get that grill knocked

Hey, it's fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil
Heron while we pop
run and kill cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get that grill open