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Dookie Season
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BabyTron
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Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that? We sit around, spark the 'Woods up but this is not a camp got the peach Crush, turned it to a lava lamp Bust the SPA for fifty-five then do my Sada dance Lil' boujee b*t*h with the grip, pu**y got some clamps Dawg walked up a lil' too fast, I just shot a fan Underwater f**king on yo b*t*h, I'm the Aquaman I been getting money since n***as was selling five for ten In the bay going [?] watch a n***a ghost ride the Benz I'ma jam the chip and slide, never f**ked with pots and pans Stepping on sh*t with two straps, I'm the Prada Man Dunking with the chop, knock yo wig off like Juwanna Mann In a blacked-out Suburban, looking like Obama mans Put the strap down and get knocked out, I got a lot of hands When I was broke, I was lonely, now I'm up, I got a lot of friends Told Tron to meet me at the booth, it's time to politic Me and bro gon' f**k around and make some of the hottest sh*t I swear to God, no cap Sliding through the city with a .30 like Ordóñez Out of town, cheating on my b*t*h, told her my phone dead She see I'm balling like the NBA, she gave me pro head Bust a nut, b*t*h kept going, told her to go 'head Give me 'bout fifteen more minutes, I want some more head Sick of Sprite so I dumped the sixth of Wock' in the cold red n***a, I'll kill my sister, uncle, cousin for some old red If I don't come the 'Miris or the purples, I'ma Ksubi jean it Would've hit yo b*t*h but she a rat, she need some coochie cleaning Lil' boujee b*t*h gon' throw a fit unless the sushi seasoned SB and RMC, we sh*tting, this the dookie season Girly stay solid to my n***a but the coochie cheating you are not truly needed Fat n***a, I can't wear Balmains, I'ma Gucci jean it Me, BabyTron, and StanWill, we the Doonie Beaters I see them sideburns growing in, you a coochie eater You gave her four Percs just to f**k, you a coochie creeper Back to them sideburns you got, you a booty eater Could've punched the LV collection but the Gucci cleaner RMC Mike, BabyTron, we can't be stopped Cup is so motherf**king dark, it can't be popped Unc' spent a thousand yesterday, he took [?] spot I just bought a black-out, the same one [?] got Got a sixth sense with the scamming, I can smell juggs .45 pin him to the wall, this a nail gun Four hundred dollars off of every twenty, I'm a jail plug Bought my new b*t*h a big bag, the Chanel one Thanksgiving dinner, granny talking 'bout she smell Runtz Tron got thirty cards on him, now I think he sell [?] Teachers didn't like me, if I could, I would've failed lunch b*t*h, I'm in the Lamb', put that old-ass Chevelle up
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