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Thank God for my dank importer
Right now I’m feeling like Richard Porter
They ain’t half hearted they’re quarter
Buck into them no talk straight water
In the field I’ll let that ring, like phone calls that say no caller
And this light skinned one’s so sweet, I’m tryna jeet down someone’s daughter x2

Me and my bros don’t act no Warner
S Way that’s only the border
Come frontline see me with my borer
Opp block egg spill like Dora
Richard Porter in the trap
Cah mans really on them corners
But I don’t really take no orders
See me in the cut get bored
f**k it I ain’t really like them talkers
This beef is ready salted
Ain’t nuttin to do with Walkers
GBoy vanished hocus pocus
Ford Focus full up with soakers
Pecknarm just pull up with soldiers
Just pull up with soldiers
Don’t compare your yé to mine
My types a different design
Don’t act up don’t step out of line
One wrong move man test out the nine
Like haven’t you got no shame, changing stories spreading out lies
But real life they’re running off live
And real talk don’t care ‘bout size
Chef man down if his chests too high

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