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Getta Beats Howatiwi Walking in my shoes, it's gon' hurt but it might take a mile Keyword "my", how the f**k you gon' take my style? Mean-mugging, upping like a dub, I can't fake a smile Only thing raw is the cone, b*t*h, that ain't my child Only thing I haven't punched yet is a house Only thing that I see on your b*t*h is a mouth Red dot with the, yeah, I'm zooming in and out Coach Tron, OT [?] I switch the route Ayy, I got red tips in the chop, put some chesters on him I just touch down with some jacks, did the Hester on 'em One phone call'll get him, feel like Lester on 'em Left him dead right on the floor tryna wrestle on [?] Balenciaga stepping, it's Off-White if I do the Mikes And before I ever lose a fight, he'll lose his life Opp called me "broke" like he he a doofus, right? For them loose screws, n***as know I got a toolie tight Man, I'm flyer than some pilots, I don't need a flight How I get these n***as plates and I ain't get a bite? You was cuffing broke b*t*hes, I am not the type This some [?] dub looking kinda light I keep getting money, going places you ain't never been She a soul snatcher, man, I'm waking up in Hell again You gon' catch the nearest Uber if you miss the mail again You gon' f**k around and vomit if you hit that [?] again You gon' probably die if the pistols get involved I ain't gon' lie, I'm probably tripping in the loft Lil' b*t*h tripping, tryna grip it while it's soft Let 'em try to leap, Glock ribbit like a frog Knowing I'm a star, this b*t*h look at me like Galileo 7.62s hit his BM house and crack a cradle brunch, hundred scammers sitting at the table Winner time coming? Boy, you flashing them taxes, ain't you? Caught him out as a opp, left him as a dead person All that running out of pape he doing left his legs hurting Switch the IP address again 'cause the feds lurking Dukes named me "Stan" but in store, b*t*h, I'm [?] Huh, don't get blew like some hot food We'll turn 'em red for them blues, how a cop do Hit him with a head but the Glock full of Caillous All this f**king pape in my pocket, I could buy you Trump, why these lames turnt? F**k it, I'ma vote for Biden Make her text some crazy sh*t like this is what I get for lying F**k around and break my heart like this is what I get for trying F**k around and get his [?] like this is what you get for hiding DND, run it up to the E-N-D Choopa make it rock, think I'm pulling up with PnB She can't see the crib, I always hit her at the BNB Riding through The 'Burbs like, "What do b*t*hes really see in me?" Metta World Peace, I used to punch but I'm a changed man B*t*h, you got on Ray-Bans, you bet not try to blade dance If I count the bullets, I'ma need like eight hands Talking 'bout a baby, out the window is my eighth plan It's a d**k hanging off this b*t*h but it ain't trans Fettuccine with the lobster tail and a steak, man If you bust a move, I'm busting him because I can't dance B-R-O-K-E, b*t*h, that ain't Stan Said I'm getting bigger, I'm like, "Ain't that what the money do?" See us out, you keep it hot, something like the bunnies do Add your post to my page, this is what the dummies do When you really got a buzz, this is what the honnies do
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