But I've been rolling me in the air. Throw the hood up and then we skirt off sliding in that track out got my jury on my shirt off.

Turn the phone on D&D on sign on all alerts off.

It's a fast cop, but I'm moving slow. I like my sir bro.

Every nigger around me, she's that you can get their merch off.

I don't work out, but I got more paper than your biddie.

Wanna change your life my best advice or brick of fit now.

This typist wife I might just let the kind of slip off

Ain't too many like me 99% of them rip offs.

On point even at a spot I never take my kicks off.

As my ops I feel to wake up daily and get shit on.

You get in your feelings and make this songs.

I make at your people's house outside shooting their flick songs.

And I'm still good on every block I used to knock peas on. Boss, if you chalk my name ain't something that you speak on.

Put out 20 something just to let Johnny put my teeth on.

My money 10 feet tall, but I ain't something you shoot that.

Kill something you won't lock in with us. I thought you knew that. My plug drove the load in on the truck next day he flew back.

I talked so much shit I need a tick tag. I got 5,000 for you. Help me set this wolf trap.

Start out of the new strands, oh man, help me set this wolf trap. Start a new strand,

smoky on man, this is her a wolf pack.

Up on the score, but we still act just like we don't get back.

Only thing gonna take that pain away is if you get racks,

forever get my lick back.

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