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I am not paying no motherfucking for Purple Label this Summer

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Two cups and I got that drank
Two dyke jawns but they straight
Redbox flow and I do not
Real G shit I use no cape
I got my cake; I hip hop
J Cole, Don Trip, Drake, Big
Nigga wanna act we can get
Bread on me that's a garlic
Tats out and my long
Loud shit, Weird
Like B.o.B., Got
Not one J got a or more
Folarin releast nigga in this ho
Shoutout to them niggas who still f-ck with me at
My to blow
This is why I'm in fo'
Women at my
This is oh so much getting votes
I make her kitten
is why her nigga mad
I just her bigger O's
He just get her bigger
I'm an asshole, so my bitches like it?
I'm why she get
You why she buy the
The tightest writer to write, dopest flower to it
I'm zonin; I'm in with Little Cheyenne and Tony
up? My sister and them, All my niggas listening
I be one and done'ing hoes Crawford at Michigan
Realest nigga told you that, Cloey love me more rap
Bitch I got that Kobe game, bitch you got that rap
DMV we on the map, it's over for these niggas
Wicked ambition go give this a coroner visit
There's no for it, these rhetorical lyrics
Talking ridiculous have mommas getting opinions
I'm on one, we on but she on E
She so fly, she so fine, but she so shy but I'm a don
No car key and I mean
I show fur, no bikini wax
My Moschino that fire, bet you never seen
Swear this closet full of heat, bitch I need a match
Undefeated, GS in a and my Leaders hat
of scenery, I'm Al Pacino Willy Beaman yeah
Turned into a shark and I got that all this DC crap
yo bitch to The Weeknd, I ain't speaking bout that CD player
But shout to that OVO, out to the whole T.O
Shout YMCMB, MMG we run the
This the district where politicians is fucking
And I done seen some old beefs make a bunch of
A neutral mover, cool with a bunch of crews
Better keep a shooter, there's one with something to prove
Nice for that war, trying to see my daughter
wifey in La Perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost
Always keep a on on me, I ain't for that Maury talk
A 40 of OE, Casey Veggie my homie
Out in LA Im fakin' switches
This ain't mine, it's Ricky, but don't tell my bitches
I swear I love my music, I truthfully hate this
I swear it's like liquor is improving a lot of women
Intuitively and gifted, Too empty, is Lipton
Hallucinating from Rufilin, Who is saying is
Nigga, I got that Dilla, Premo, Swizzy
front, they get its cold
She never play no games with me so I get her Coach
I'm supposed to boast, this lyrical
George Foreman grillin', shit I spit that rope-a-dope
She be sliding on the pole, slide and roll my smoke
White boys gon set the mood, yeah, that's word to Hall &
And it's still f-ck
I run the Summer, don't on sharing potties
Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is fine
That yellow bitch, a lot of face, she emoticon
Got a bunch of haters, but I got more to
Mohammed got a little mac, don't get shoulder popped
I really know a lot, but I hope these people know my heart
My could be found in stores with a jersey only Nomo got
Konichiwa, shadow and decent watch
If I'm geechy I can rock three chains on either block
DC maybe PG MMG please do understand it
The only team more powerful? Sasha and Malia
family, We the family
I give bitches my seed, swear they don't need a nanny
Won't see me in the Phantom til a see a Grammy