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you ain’t never had the feds investigate you
you ain’t never had the bad ones wanna date you
you a bad b-tch daddy gotta spank you
my n-gga fresh out the pen he might shank you
extendo i don’t rock with no stock clips
if you chillin’ with the opps you getting shot with
bad hoes love a n-gga out in stockton
they let my shorty in the party with a glock 10
poppin’ yea b-tch i’m so poppin’
i got pounds i got keys is you shopping
i sip lean not no green
i’ma f-ck your life up cause i’m toxic
want her f-ck her hit her duck her
catch up lil n-gga with mustard
what up b-tch geezy f-ckin’ up the summer
sad hoes lookin’ like what a bummer
she wanna suck my d-ck cause i’m funner
n-ggas lame all he wanna do is love her
buster we be f-ckin’ under covers
but we ain’t ever f-ck with a under cover
feds watchin’ lil n-gga yea the feds listenin’
i just popped a perc 20 now my heads spinnin’
you ain’t never touched no money you ain’t bread winning
i don’t even wanna f-ck i’m just head getting
ayye
sup my n-gga geezy

aye your b-tch the bread winner
broke ass as bro better cool it down like september
i feel like melly i ride around with dead n-ggas
no i feel like michael jackson how my hand glisten
b-tch want try suck no d-ck i’m on the next mission
if we got the right to bear arms then i’m ted n-gga
diamonds two steppin’ say that’s a cool necklace
dirty shoes on all my new leather
feel like hugh hefner difference is b-tch can’t stay here
he got hit with that drake hope he take care
my dog still selling tight white but not the hanes pair
i don’t want no smoke with these n-ggas ’cause i don’t play fair
aye n-gga cappin’ like he steppin’ got attachments like i’m pressure
fill his chest up like a treasure
my b-tch milkin’ till the sun come up she ain’t a parent
bugs bunny you gon say what’s up doc reach for these carrots n-gga
i just bought another chop i don’t play those games
just so i could leave a n-gga like taylor gang
good bread off this sauce like raising canes
i got neck on the spot i ain’t catch her name
you think you can f-ck with me bet your life on it
hit a b-tch and i ain’t care i’m not a white woman
big cuban ice on it n-gga come and try something
you took a hundred from the k b-tch that’s 900
ayye

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