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You see the girl get's it popping no other
Now they call me streets cause I, be on the and I'm so gutter
My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of
But none of lame dudes going to fuck her
I'm on some shit, but if you fronting then I will flip
I'll it to a little chick real quick
Oh you a real You ain't a bit real

You got little tits and your face like em mitt till
I'm a get it hot, then I'm a get a deal
My budget none stop, mine ten mills
And I'm not in the hood, I'm rocking the hood
Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff on a wood
And if I, pollyin' the dick got to be good
I tell him I could his life just like the lottery could

And now I got him good, he me and he should
Some dudes won't go down but a lot of would
I this nigga name, eat it out, he like to eat it out
I just cooked in the and he still want to eat it out
Oh god its Martin
In a hot pink with the purple carpets

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Oh god

Hot enough swinging crack, who could he's in the cockpit
Overseas key's like a locksmith
Rocks from wit in the sits of neck
All I do is warn that's the big boy jet
Uh, you never with the R in Chicago
I picked up a bad bitch in a
I got cribs better year man

I'm in L.A. Atlanta plates fam
Still wanna go against crack
But that's like?, against Shaq
And that's too much Diesel, I got too much
Motherfuckers, you I'll leave you
And I got to tell how many sets I trip
But you can find me on the now that's a testament
Or maybe at a lounge with an bitch

Eyecandy of the month, god damn she's
She got a problem, I can help her that
Tell her man that she's fuckin' with
Bet he won't do
Frontin' he gon' do somethin'
Quick to tell you that his whole stunting
Talk to me,

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Yeah, feel that right
Nod your head to this shit right here, real Hip Hop right there
cook coke crack, TS, Remy Mar
Album coming, summer's ours
True story, BX