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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin
one of us leave in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the in your eyes
You ain't live 'til you die
bitch on my side
She bitching I'm spitting lies
I hit her up my jet land
Got a tucked in my headband
page news, I'm young Jesus
Eating with no cable on
Been hoes since when Mase was on
I hope that Basedgod hears my
One day here, the next day you're gone
So me and Earl weed on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your ho ass, Womack
Don't hold back, no, feed girl Cognac
a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a
I could pull your bitch a whisper and diss her
ho
She only dumb cause she love that
Somewhere getting high Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and watch Adjustment
("That's a movie!")
love me cause I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw I know they fertile
In Beach with a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies Für Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with
Slap a bitch in the if she curse at me
I said Josh's beard is like Paul
When he walk in the room it's like God is
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 where that loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't fuck you"
I don't, never love a ho
But we play doctor, ma
Open wide for
Your cowgirl's riding
With a clean, fro, lopsided
Tell the label that I a white driver
And him give me space, I don't know that nigga
Bold ass little fuckin' low villian
van tinted, nope can't kill him
It's the Trashwang nigga, that's up
Half pint of hope in that cup
Real nigga the start 'til the casket shut
Present his own as a basket one
Present-day based nigga, the judge
Riding with them same ashin' blunts
While that bass his face like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, the cash and run
that if he fake I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so they the tongue
Out here stuntin' like I'm to, dog
Blowing more smoke a broke exhaust
Pipe only spirit that I hold
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know paws
Living like '62
Spit and my genitals
My bitch to split the
My niggas split the

Hey, it's marijuana
Pot growing, Gil Scott
Heron while we pop
Errand run and cop
know I feel not
For 'em, bitching, bruh
Stare and get grill knocked open

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