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Vaxuum Sealed
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BabyTron
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Boy (Meech) Man I ain't gon' lie, I ain't sh*t without my vacuum seal Young n***a slap dope and I tax on pills Young n***a just tryna get his Buffalo Bills I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil' Get your b*t*h, she eat d**k, she ain't got no chill You was a b*t*h back in the day, you a ho still Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel Get your b*t*h, she on my D-I Yeah, I be with five n***as, b*t*h, like I'm B.I. (On Bloods) Made a hundred thou' on the road in a Nissan Had n***as runnin' 'round givin' tips like they T.I. Kinky freaky b*t*h, I'm pullin' down her knee-highs I watched her snort three lines, Adidas She let me f**k, then I threw her a** the peace sign Man, these n***as sell they soul for a cosign I'll turn your bag up like a doorknob I sent her out with the dog, that's a b****** N***a all on my d**k, that's his ho job I done ran through more scripts than Beaumont Get the bag to you quicker than Jimmy Johns Who done caught more bodies than 50— shh The load on timeout, I keep it quiet for the vacuum seal She say she want that new Saint Laurent on the back of the heels I love when she suck d**k and moan, yeah, it turn me up Five, six, seven Perc', b*t*h, yeah, I'm booted up She said can she hold somethin'? Told a b*t*h to hold these nuts Spread them legs, get on the bed, baby, yeah, I love to f**k I ain't gon' lie, I ain't sh*t without my vacuum seal Young n***a slap dope and I tax on pills Young n***a just tryna get his Buffalo Bills I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil' Get your b*t*h, she eat d**k, she ain't got no chill You was a b*t*h back in the day, you a ho still Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel On the 7 with a thigh pad like I'm Mike Vick Blicky in the other pocket, better not try to try sh*t Oversized Helmut Lang, Mike Amiris tight fit Pint of Wock', zip of Runtz, chillin', on my high sh*t Boy, who not trippin'? 2016, she wouldn't f**k, but now I got chicken You dressin' up for the hoes, I'm in the Crocs with it Shooter down bad, so he gon' hit him in his top with it Thirty shots the fully way, now he on Fox with it Sh*t, that's some bad news Thousand-dollar Bape, show my a** like a baboon Christian Loubs on my feet, finna flash blue Gen5 with me even when I'm in the bathroom 201, 101, I got a puncher with me This is not a Scatpack, it's a f**kin' kitty Hellcats, Hellcats, f**kin' up the city Ride around dolo, but I got another hundred with me Fell asleep off the drugs, woke up to a package Wake up and get my pros up, it's a habit, huh I ain't gon' lie, I ain't sh*t without my vacuum seal Young n***a slap dope and I tax on pills Young n***a just tryna get his Buffalo Bills I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil' Get your b*t*h, she eat d**k, she ain't got no chill You was a b*t*h back in the day, you a ho still Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel
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