Correction Paroles Lynch Mob par Father

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(Dexter)
There go that n***a cube right there
What that Ruthless like n***a
f**k Ruthless, this Lench Mob n***a

If I f**ked your b*t*h you gotta figure it out
My boys in your function 'bout to n***a it out
Pull up on the shorty put a d**k in her mouth
We both get what we want then I'm kicking her out
Lynch mob they go get the pitchfork and a rope man
Outside all night [?]
'cause these n***as want the smoke man
Gold hands because yeah we up we rolling
Yeah we up we rolling n***a let me borrow four bands
You say that you got it, come on put it in my damn hands
Just in that Bugatti got my old hoes up on cancans
Shorty she a big fan, her n***a want that big man

I want that big Lam' big fam
Let me get that cig man
My gland in that sick man
I'm stressed and need that hit man
You test me, you'll get that big BLAM
Your organs in the rich man
Your boof on that b*t*h man, them powers gonna clip him
I hit him then I flip them, somebody get me up
That Henny make me sick man, but Vyvanse keep me up
My n***a put the brick down, you not even no thug
You never hit no lick man, y'ain't never did no drugs
Never hit them thots
Never hit them folks
You don't want no smoke
I'm hot, then I'm sexy
b*t*h come pull up on me
b*t*h come slide on me, undress me
Ride me like a jet ski
I'm trifling and I'm messy

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