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letra de mani 122 - ebk bckdoe

i might just keep the lil’ dreads and get the tips dyed
this b-tch kinda cute let me nibble on your thick thighs
.45 bullets and they cheap they from big 5
this b-tch sucked the whole city needa l!ck mine
when i did the show in the fresno it was big line
this n—a walk around tweakin off of big lines
lil bro trippin he said let me pop it this time
i get paid from punchin in doing freestyles
i get paid from punchin in i’m just being me
got eleven b-tches suckin d-ck at the bnb
you a dope fiend a millionare when shе seein me
in sixth grade i had the lil grapеs in the dvd
in sixth grade i had the lil doubie in my pocket n—a
all that little sh-t on instagram n—a pop it n—a
all that broke sh-t you needa stop it n—a
cartiers and aps see my watches n—a
cartiers and aps come in bustdowns
1700 for a touchdown
they used to hit me with the stank face they wanna f-ck now
thats the same reason why you walk around broke now
you don’t know about the sending b-tches out in tellys n—a
now i’m poppin percs sippin lean watch the belly n—a
been sendin packs i was living off of kelly n—a
on the road with this white b-tch she keep yelling n—a
she keep yelling im finna drop this b-tch off n—a
ain’t no last level im the motherf-ckin boss n—a
sippin lean in my purple jeans this sh-t cost n—a
you ain’t never took an l took a loss n—a
you ain’t never took an l thats why you spoiled now
onna blade with a couple b-tches getting boiled down
b-tch cheated f-cked her best friend i bet she loyal now
i ain’t gon lie i cheated a couple times i’m finna cheat again
this b-tch lost her apetite she ain’t gon eat again
cut yesterday and came back i’m finna leave again
i just lost my dead pack i’m finna tweak again
just lost my dead pack i’m finna rob somebody
why they call it mug i i dont know im finna mob somebody
i needa couple fresh beats finna call up mikey
that boy got a check mark that is not no nike
i just got a glock 21 i don’t do no fighting
boy i’m boutta send you up to god i am not no rocky
finna do another 20 bars i don’t do not writing
scammed the f-ck out of an nfl player from the minnesota vikings
sike i ain’t scam nothing
im finna pick that backdoor up and get it jumping
why you got yo beanie in this party finna rob something
no lie i can sing i’m chris brown cousin
i’m finna throw a bullet at you larry fitzgerald
menace to society i d-mn near smoked harold
why they call me bckdoe my real name gerald
shout out joseph k he punched me in and he still tired
this n—a tired and his eyes red
she like “why i gotta do it” b-tch cuz i said
why the f-ck you fire the watch [?] you ain’t got bread
n—as said they ebk-k but i am not dead

- ebk bckdoe

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