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Sofa
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Tom The Mail Man
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Heartless B*t*h yeah, that sh*t pierced like cartilage Knife through that place where my mo'f**king heart is She bad as f**k so the crime might be pardoned She like to start sh*t and I push to start it Brand new whip from TDC it's plastered on the back of it I pack that sh*t like swisher sweets, I'm rapping on some platinum sh*t Ayy, at me b*t*h, when you're talking using your f**king chest So I can hyperbeam that sh*t and put my demons all to rest I flex like like I'm on some ignorant sh*t But if you push my limits, b*t*h, I might get ignorant quick Like putting n***as around b*t*hes, who like egos is big You got my feelings all hit And b*t*h I feel like a kid, in grown man's shoes F**king dying, n***a where the Senzus? I'm mental N***as think I'm cool cause I can ride, uh 'Cause I can ride this, um This f**king instrumental Uh, uh, yeah Quesos in my pocket, I exceed the quotas Your b*t*h my b*t*h, his chick don't smoke But you know marijuana's On the couch, I'm tee'd out, but n***a, barely mobile Pop the trunk, yeah, 'bout that skunk, yeah I lick top of yogurt I'm fully loaded like I'm Herbie, same suit Martin Luther, f**k that b*t*hin' 4-5 on the waist, 45 i'm back to back Left 'em shook without a hook 'Cause me and mine go back to back You know Tom deliver rhymes, and he just drop me off a pack I'm so solo, no Derulo, all these n***as hella pseudo Get your weight up, he ain't eating how I feast, like I'm a sumo Grease, rest in peace to Peep Peeping how I speak, like b*t*h I talk it didn't exist Pistol came in with a grip Main objective is to rid all these n***as I got the X and A-B combo Swear, it's it for you n***as Hella rusty, but I'm serving, need a tip from you n***as Boy, I flatten out the track, extended clip on my pillow Basic kick, always knocking, line 'em up with a beam I swear to God, I have 'em stomach talking sh*t How I'm always talking sh*t Guacamole's in my molds, like "Why he always talking chips?" And I'm hardened after three the way my mo'f**kin' rock get hit Spot him quick and take him out I ain't got no patience now You b*t*hes acting shady so I shine in my Mercedes, ow Though it hurts, kick the verse instead of cursing b*t*hes out Your mama said I'm bout it, pops, so all them n***as missing out Clout sucking b*t*hes Dirty toe having b*t*hes Flapjack booty having a** b*t*hes (Ayy, uh) I'm salty as f**k (Salty as f**k) You got mail
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