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(Enrgy made this one) Hoo B*t*h Yeah I woke up drinkin' Tris today Threw the Cartiers on to get my vision straight Showed up to my mama house with a Christmas cake I love my Five-seveN and the way that b*t*h penetrate It's been a long time B*t*h, take your shoes off when you at my new crib 'cause I own mine N***a pulled up to the warzone with an old 9 Yes, I'ma drive back to the crib, but the 'bows flyin' I'm charged up like I'm Gohan I'm ridin' with a chopper, a 40, and a four-five You gotta know I'm ready for whatever when it's go time We done blew past a lot of rappers within no time And that's all facts F**k a b*t*h and block her a** in case she call back Oh, you ain't tryna suck no d**k? Let me fall back No, I can't listen to your music, it be all cap Bro stole a bully out his dog— damn Bro a bully out his yard, he want his dog back Boyz N The Hood, young n***a want his ball back Thick b*t*h with a small front, she got all back My young n***a mad 'bout a phone, he want his call back You want me to call you back, my n***a? You gon' have to wait, my n***a, I'm kinda busy right now Basketball, I just left Detroit, made a Pistons play I got sixteen loafs of bread in my kitchen safe Old b*t*h wanna suck my d**k, she got missing teeth Mike pulled up to the birthday party with a Christmas cake Damn, that's what you said, Mike? Real Beecher n***a, catchin' plays on a red bike I got so many million-dollar plans in my head, Mike Old-school finna overheat, I got red pipes Flint water still f**ked up, we got lead pipes Family Guy, seen Peter daughter, she like Meg height Yeah, I probably said some wrong sh*t, I was dead right Took off on the police, I just fled twice I just hit two lefts, then I fled right But I really went left and right, did I live right? If I said the wrong sh*t, did I play it right? Seen a n***a die two times, he was dead twice He was dead, then he— and then he woke back up, then they— then he died again Damn, he got caught in some new beef, he gon' hide again My young n***a ain't got no brakes, he gon' slide it in My young dog just caught a murder and he got five to ten Catch me in the middle of the jungle in a lion's den I think this n***a scared to tell the truth, well, he lyin' then F**kin' in the kitchen, I just nutted on the frying pan Grab my Jeep, ridin' through the 6 like I'm iron man Punch you in your sh*t, now you can't pa** the eye exam All aboard, ready for takeoff, let the pilot in In Tennessee trappin' like a b*t*h, I'm a T**ans fan Bro killin' sh*t on the Harley, he a biker man I would f**k the lil' b*t*h, but I like her friend In the kitchen beatin' up the pot like Tyson hands I was never wrong about the past and I'm right again
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