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BANGOUT FREESTYLE (PERC 10mg)
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Hold on—hold on b*t*h, yeah, my d**k itching Makes sense, I done gave it raw to 6 b*t*hes Old dirty b*st*rd, 100 racks past ya, promethazine pastor You pray and bow after I cut ya drank in the past, that’s the old me 3 fiends hit my line up for the codeine Z-Quil & lean— it come from me, it’s all the same thing R3ally, how I sip dirty sprite outta canteen I like to give d**k to b*t*hes, and then let em praise me I like to give liq to b*t*hes that miss they AA meetings I’m the future, past, present, b*t*h go get a palm reading Don’t givе a f**k if Mercury in retrograde, gеt out yo damn feelings Dope dealing Cap peeling Top Gunning, top filling.. No roofs, no ceilings All Macy’s, no Dillard’s No resorts, all villas No pussies, all killas No good girls, all bad b*t*hes, ready & willing No fitted cap hoes, I need SnapBack pu**y, b*t*h They like “come on girl, you know err’body doin’ it” I’ll f**k you & the b*t*h you sell pu**y with Yeah, squeeze Baccarat on me, I let her choke on it Yeah, b*t*h throat sore, I should f**k around and put her out Yeah, she asked for some drank I just put my d**k in her mouth I be so bored, I just wanna put some music out But before I drop the album, I’ll f**k around and wife a thot Yeah she ride the mic, I been rocked the show Chris Benoit the pu**y, I cross-face the hoe I’ll drop one of these n***as, I’d drop one of these hoes But I can’t drop no album, no, no, no, no, no Uh, 2021, Maybach truckload Uh, hit the hydraulics like I’m in the west coast Uh, Sold hydroponics and I done sold blow I had a fiend named John that I used to sell snow Yeah she playing with my crown, tryna win the game of thrones Need a full Targaryen that I can ride on I’m the dragon, I’m the beast, I’m the monster, I’m the God I’m that feeling in your chest when you know that something wrong Yeah, pu**y ass hoe take my phone like she own it But she know that she can’t take no d**k, that’s why she keep running She playing track star, had to call and tell ya something Still put that d**k up in her jaw, and she said she loved it Why you trying to keep up with me baby? You know I’m thugging Took that whole perc 30, now ya ass throwing up Gotta spiritual lil b*t*h, put crystals on the money Give her ass hard d**k and a whole lotta nothing Oh you funny? I’m hilarious In Dubai with the Harrisons Look around like where the carriage at? Shot his ass— boy whatchu staring at?! You don’t ever go against the family? b*t*h, I ain’t hearing that I think out loud, they cheerin’ that I see my man, I’m airin’ that You know that pu**y ain’t sh*t, b*t*h, better cut it out ‘Fore I book you at the 4:30 house & mud it out I wear a gun on each hip, b*t*h, I’m tryna shoot it out And I load each clip, issa iMovie now I won’t kiss you in ya mouth, but I grab you by ya hair What I look like? you got food in them big ass veneers When I pull up in that Aston, know they stop and they stare I got every opp b*t*h mad, pulling out they hair Yeah Yeah shut the f**k up, b*t*h, ‘fore I have my new hoe beat yo' ass
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