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aye cut my headphones up a little bit
finna try to one take this sh-t
ungh

school never was my thing
i had three disorders

could never spell
but could serve you
if you needed quarters
he keep playing with his nose
i know he a snorter

it’s kinda crazy
they rather hate you
than be supportive
most b-tches tell me i’m thirsty
they say i need some water

they look inside our mouth
and instantly see we from florida
b-tch i got pounds
you can hit me

if you need a order
in leon county jail
they don’t let you
see your daughter
n-ggas run when the hеat pop
all you old drunk ass b-tches
you need a detox
haters on my nuts
thеse n-ggas a walking tea cup

the preacher ’round here trickin
i ask him sh-t what you preach for
the feds get one n-gga
they gone run inside each spot

she asked me who be cut in yo hair
i told that b-tch g dot
p-ssy n-gga shot me
ain’t do nothing but
bring the beast out

you think i’m slidin now
chill and wait until
the beat drop
say she want some d-ck

well ima f-ck until
her stomach hurt
if that p-ssy good
i ain’t gone lie
i just might but in her
couple bullets later you in danger
better run it first
we gone spin they hood

told lil e to make another turn
on the gram flexing
all you b-tches be in love at first
i ain’t with that texting

you can call me if you wanna chirp
b-tches be like “period”
like how go find another word
if she don’t give head
that d-ck might turn to a gummy worm
you can catch me right off in the dark
i be lurkin
came from the mud
now i’m charging for verses

took long to realize
all these broads is some birdies
from sellin dope
to credit card fraud and some burglaries

let this dumb b-tch hold my car
now she swervin
and had the nerve to say
if it ain’t foreign then it’s worthless
if she don’t leave me snoring
then she boring
it ain’t worth it

if she don’t leave me snoring
then it’s boring
it ain’t worth it

b-tch i’m tryna get it
i never sleep i’m like bourbon street
if i like the beat
ima k!ll the b-tch on the first degree

hoe you got a man
why the f-ck you keep tryna flirt with me
we in our last days
every day it seem like a purge to me

the mothaf-ckin goat
you lil n-ggas y’all can come learn from me
b-tch i am a boss
wanna work than you can come work for me
i ain’t never snitched

’cause them crackers
won’t get a word from me
i’m nario da don
everybody round here done heard of me

i gotta answer this
yo b-tch say she need my shoe size
we gone get lil buddy
you just chill all in due time

if you arguing
that’s your business
i don’t choose sides
higher than a b-tch

i’m bout to head up to new times
n-ggas went to hating
when i pulled up in that new ride
i got a thick dark skinned

haitian b-tch with blue eyes
pulled her wig off
because she went and got her tubes tied
i just might say f-ck it

and just pull up in a prius
fours up im from the f-ckin bottom like a ps
she say that she celibate
but i know that’s some bs

want me to pay her rent
and i ain’t even got no key yet
auntie walking up to me

like nephew were the three at
college kids comin round
like brodie where the tree at

n-ggas throwing shade
just to see how you gone react
f-ck me good
run that back

i think i need a rematch
if my plug shoot a brick
i swear i got the rebound
i had a bae

she gone now
’cause she kinda senile
put my name on a song

you probably won’t be found
too much shade being thrown
let me chop the tree down
and them p-ssy n-ggas mayne

you gotta stay away from
they’ll drop a sh-ll on your head
like a acorn
if them crackers flip yo n-gga
hoe you better wait for him

and when he come home
you better have a place to stay for him
wig in the kitchen whippin
look like he got eight arms

pull up in a hybrid
this lil b-tch don’t even make noise
bih flat all my tires
f-ck that hoe i’m calling state farm

the running back of the rap game
make a way for him
shot him in the leg
when i hit him look like his knee shifted

if i like the beat i don’t give a f-ck
i’m gone remix it
if that hoe a freak
then she gone ride it like it’s seabiscuit

my bullet wounds healed by they self
i ain’t even need stitches

- nario da don

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