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Bullseye 2
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Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however, you wanna say it (Bah-bah-bah-bah) Yeah, murder Two of my chains ten-hundred thousand, one of my rings cost a house (Ddot cold as a motherf**ker, on God) Few of my b*t*hes, can't live without 'em Trench gang, slime 'em out Bubba chain a hundred thousand Ran it up in public housing N***as pu**y, Ronda Rousey F**k with me, don't f**k without me Hula hoop a** n***a got slimed out for tryna go around me Know I get a n***a a** touched right now, ain't gotta be around him Booted up, I don't take no med I be on that drank instead F**k 'round on that Strong Back doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, f**k him, kill him dead F**k it, buy his b*t*h a wig F**k his b*t*h, I love to see it I been on this sh*t sincе I was a kid, all this sh*t I did All my ex hoes still ain't on sh*t, keep 'em out my mix Ion't еven be tryna connect hoes, with this motion sh*t Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them bubba's in Ho you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' sh*t Can't afford the real, we pullin' through, all dirty sticks Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a Curry wrist Gotta keep it kosher, can't do too much, these f**k n***as a snitch Servin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have not All that f**kin' 'Wood and Oxy get ya a** slimed out Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now F**k it, spin a bend Pop his a** and call it bullseye Servin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have not All that f**kin' 'Wood and Oxy get ya a** slimed out Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now F**k it, spin a bend Pop his a** and call it bullseye (Pluto) Freeband chain, crib driller All my lil' n***as nothin' but spinners Audemar my gang member (Yeah) AP for my main, hol' up One of my outfits least a ki' Damn near touchin' a half a B If my n***a wasn't Jigga, I'm the type to go after B And I still smash on C I got two fifth on me Like the quarter bag of the cheese I'm in the field, no cleats Breakin' that seal by the P Pour up drink but don't get sleepy I'm on pills and I'm geeked Wait, this money got me tweakin' Turnin' good girls to freaks She ain't with me, she with the streets Cost two thousand just to bust a nut on these Hermès sheets Two of my chains ten-hundred thousand, one of my rings cost a house Few of my b*t*hes, can't live without 'em Trench gang, slime 'em out Bubba chain a hundred thousand Ran it up in public housing N***as pu**y, Ronda Rousey F**k with me, don't f**k without me Hula hoop a** n***a got slimed out for tryna go around me Know I get a n***a a** touched right now, ain't gotta be around him Booted up, I don't take no med I be on that drank instead F**k 'round on that Strong Back doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, f**k him, kill him dead F**k it, buy his b*t*h a wig F**k his b*t*h, I love to see it
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