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Sniper
Yeah, I like this beat right here
Yeah, this a nice beat
I'm on Belaire
Yeah, I'm finna a picture
Finna me a lil' picture
What this called? Oh the new Belaire too
This the wine, I like the white wine

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from
My from Germany, I'm cooler than LL
I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from
My whip from Germany, I'm than LL
I clap a nigga like patty
I clap a nigga like cake
I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her
I a nigga like patty cake

1]
Yeah, a way
I'm 'bout to grab the Wraith, I'm to grab the key
I'm 'bout to snatch your baby and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin' that today be a fantastic day
I'm gettin' tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek
It's either I win or you lose, 'cause I accept defeat
And everybody have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I'm sippin' on Belaire it make me feel like I'm on ecstasy
I my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin' on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I'm to drop another one
You think a in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler LL
I'm sippin' on Belaire, my from Bel-Air
My whip Germany, I'm cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like cake
I a nigga like patty cake
I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her
I clap a nigga like patty

2]
My VVS
I'm up, I got more pills than a CVS
I'm the shit, baby girl, so I got in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the Power Ball
on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane's
No time for you lames, I'm than a plane
I'm ridin' a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin' with your eyes closed, you Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars
I her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her
You know lil' Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the

I'm on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler LL
I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick Bel-Air
My from Germany, I'm cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty
I clap a nigga like cake
I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her
I a nigga like patty cake