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Thursday At Truth
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BabyTron
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It's Bluestrip, baby Huh It's Thursday, I'm at the club only for the lamb Are you a Action Replay? Then put her on the cam I heard yo gang a bunch of burgers and yo b*t*h a ham I don't even like this shirt, I bought it 'cause I can Even with my gla**es off I can see the fakes They just wanna try to stop me, hate come with breaks But I'ma live it up until I see the gates Told him this what happened, I was hurt that they ain't have faith She can't stay mad because I take her on a shopping spree Something 'bout the fame always make the hoes flock to me Said h?r head was fire, I was driving, had to stop and see Opps good at catching 'cause I sw?ar they never dropping me Timbs on, off the joggy they can tell I'm from the Mitt Politicking 'bout some money, never beefing 'bout a b*t*h Y'all can have the tough sh*t, I would rather get us rich Got it off the hams, I ain't never had to sell a brick I can't even leave the crib if it ain't about no cheese I be running through that money, boy, that sh*t a breeze If you play yo role right then you shall receive A couple purses and some hair if you say please I think I wanna paint yo face, baby, say cheese I think a cop got behind us, baby, take these God, f**k these fake n***as, why you make these? Don't give yo heart to me, girl, I break these It's Thursday, I'm at the club with a dub on me Off-White letterman, I bet she try and rub on me Gave her good d**k, now she always tryna hug on me Walking in her crib, she jumped on me, damn near humped on me Bro a drankhead, high as hell, got, one more time I mean bro a drankhead, he talking 'bout he need one more line in the 'Wood, b*t*h, this jumbo size It's some members 'round me, this so janky, better tuck yo ice Squaring up ain't a bright idea if you love yo life Feel like Tyrone, I come through horsing, I might f**k yo wife Turned in twenty jacks, my Arabs came in clutch tonight At Mr. Corned Beef, told 'em make sure the mustard light You grabbing petty punches, I get fire off of Onion sites Nike joggy stuffed with dog sh*t, I ain't running light Shout-out Vez, riding down the 6, double cup on ice I might put you on the first team if yo jumper nice First cla** itch, think I'm finna go and jump on flights Answering my b*t*h call like, "You know you bugging, right?" Feel like Rondo, got a rocket tucked in these Number Nines Popped out my cocoon, now I'm flyer than a b***erfly
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