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Kaio
Big 24 sh*t

The way this rap sh*t payin' me, might not shoot another beam (I swear)
Like I direct movies, I pull up shootin' on the scene (Doot-doot-doot-doot)
It ain't drop to the bottom, who done sold you that lean? (F**k is that?)
Thought that b*t*h done tooted up, put it on your tone ring
Every n***a walkin' with me got a watch and that b*t*h bling (Bling)
Don't get your a** popped, jumping into sh*t you ain't into (Doot-doot-doo)
Even when I play football, I kept a stick on me (That b*t*h on me)
The Glock ain't tryna take you on a date when it's hittin' on you
F**k around and shoot the party up, leave the hit rollin'
I ain't even put it in yet, got this b*t*h moanin' (Ahh)
D**k game got her a** hype, she need melatonin (B*t*h calm down)
Hit hеr from the back, this b*t*h lil pu**y got some power (Mmm)
Brain so dumb, shе coulda played zeke off the power (Damn)
Just popped a perc and an addy, I'm finna go some hours
No I don't want that pu**y, b*t*h if it's smellin' sour (Get the f**k off)
She eat it up like Pac-Man when I'm in the shower
Just f**ked two 5'11 hoes, call them Twin Towers (Damn)
Long legs and long head, man this b*t*h a stallion (Sheesh)
Got a Chinese b*t*h, but she look Italian (Sheesh)
Call my TEC Draymond 'cause it'll get to foulin' (Doot-doot-doo)
TLC, I'm always creepin', drinkin' pink but it ain't Easter
Don't really f**k with rap hoes, they wanna f**k and get a feature
You still gotta pay me ten, either that or you can beat it
BFB I pray over the syrup before I drink it
I call her "Pooty Booty" when we f**k she always queefin'
Her daddy black and momma white, saved her number under "Zebra"
Show a n***a how to eat, they still wantin' me to feed them
B*t*h I got three kids I gotta feed, go suck a p*n*s
Sneak always tryna slide, I might give big bro a brick
When I was f**ked up in Houston, didn't nobody give me sh*t
Told my side b*t*h I'm sorry, man I bust her on the lip
I told the b*t*h I'm boutta c*m and she wouldn't get up off my d**k (Uh)
Perc 30 packed, get a strip and get some fit
My monger longer than the strip, hold on, let me talk my sh*t
I invest in my hoes, I might go and frost my wrist
My granny dipped in my stash and I went across her sh*t
Don't judge me, man I know I got some crazy lines
He think that's his kid, but I'm knowin' that that baby mine
Finesse he drinkin' green, he think it's red, hit him with the dot
I been that n***a way back when Snow had a lazy eye
Big lunch crew, get slumped crew
"Oh man that b*t*h a sl*t", chill, I'm a sl*t too
Keep the blick under my stomach, sh*t, but I'll punch too
You get money, I can't get with you, then it's f**k you n***a
Hahahahahaha, the lunch crew company

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