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$100 Rice Bowl
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BabyTron
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Getta Beats Ayy Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz f**k around and throw a Hail Mary, we on [?] inches b*t*h like Dior bags and fur, can afford her kitten 'RT barking, nah, the neighbors can't ignore the drift He ran up then he heard a "boom", what a poor decision In the A with Dre, Trackhawk, yeah, we soaring in it Sipping on the Wock' while I f**k until snoring in it Looking Asian off the cookie but it ain't no fortune in it I can't even cuff a lil' b*t*h 'cause y'all whores be finished Twelve Pro Max, five twelve, thirteen in jacks Throw a punch this way? I'm shooting, I ain't swinging back Used to be nice, horns grew and my wings dethatched You blow eighty-seven regular, this some diesel gas Captain Obvious, shoelaces, they say "Shoelaces" On telegraph, Captain Jay's or I can Nu Wave it Sniper lock his target in his scope, we don't do chasing We'll cut you off at the head, we don't do snaking He be kissing on that runner, he a fool, ain't he? Me and gang upping sh*t on live, we some fools, ain't we? I been winning lately, I can give a f**k 'bout who hate me Need a "yes" or "no" if it's money, I don't do "maybe" Ain't nobody got you but you, that's how life go Out of town hibachi, hundred dollars for a rice bowl I'm her favorite rapper so I f**ked her with my ice on I might leave the mic for a month and get my swipe on You ain't got a Cali plug, that is not no Cali crud Really I'm a flashy f**k, I think the opps mad we up Nah, like, for real, they just mad we up Iced up, sticked up, need a Stanley Cup I just punched hibachi, yeah, the dasher on the way with it Headshots, I ain't finna lag, ain't no game glitching If it's two seconds on the clock then I'm game winning Turtle Pie, this a three five, I'm just pain killing Do some fraud then get away with it You ain't even on yo own sh*t, just on our wave chilling Pay [?] watch the K hit him, we be grave digging I was nobody, one year, now my name sizzling b*t*h said she knew she seen me out 'cause I was bang flipping Gotta wear a hoodie, you don't, ain't got the same image Home runner, grand slam, never could I base hit it I'm a sh*ttyBoy, b*t*h dumb, think I ain't sh*tting He be kissing on that runner, he a fool, ain't he? Me and gang upping sh*t on live, we some fools, ain't we? I been winning lately, I can give a f**k 'bout who hate me Need a "yes" or "no" if it's money, I don't do "maybe" Ain't nobody got you but you, that's how life go Out of town hibachi, hundred dollars for a rice bowl I'm her favorite rapper so I f**ked her with my ice on I might leave the mic for a month and get my swipe on Yeah AR with the beam, got more voltage than a WonderWaffel You could be the toughest, big Triple S'll stomp it out you Surf with the turf, never ever would I punch McDonald's If the main kudos, why the f**k are y'all buffies [?] Za to the motherf**king za, every puff be toxic Shooter kill you on his bike then he get to bunny hopping Up the gummy on her, I don't know how she went dummy on it Give a f**k about y'all input 'cause y'all just be watching Ha-ha, yeah (Ha-ha, yeah, we some fools, ain't we?) Yeah (Yeah) Y'all just be watching (Nah) I'm on the court (I don't do maybe) Swear to God, that's how life goes Yeah, for a rice bowl I'm her favorite rapper so I f**ked her with my ice on And get my swipe on
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