180 LXST Wizzie
180 LXST Wizzie

name it yall

name it yall

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7 months ago

i rap from my soul we all got a heart tryna play out my part my first breath from the start riding with some guns in the car doing the dash tryna get to ill destination im up i been wilding off music lately i been pressuring my girl about having ill baby i cant fuck with hoes cause im in a relationship ion buy pussy im not spending paper bitch niggas shook up they look like they faking it if i got a opp he getting face with choppers on the ground where the medics gone say he dead so that going back and forth ion get in to that not nomore just pull up and ill get you killed twenty one living rawer then niggas fifthy i been up like a wash your hand signs in business talm bout china buffet milos jack and wendys ill rip up this game i didnt come pretending if i open my mouth critics better listen i know niggas who spinning and stand on business i be up in the trenches go ask of my name and i got a chain it shine named it raining yall that was a lie im big dog they cant tame me stay with the heat like a coochie im so fire put my song in a movie im gone ball like the like mike movie pay attention li bitch im your tooter and your nigga he mad ill screw you put a cork in your pussy like guerry An i been far for this rap boy dont play with me talk your shit im gone blix aint no catering i keep one on my hip and up in the head make your bitch drop her panties ill say girl instead while yall hating on me im just getting bread i be tripping sometimes cause im really him ask your mother she'll say that im really that boy dont make me go off ill beat you up take my belt off its lether and whoop your ass you my son i got money so im your dad i got niggas who lit that a drag you bad have you stretched looking wasted with out no pulse ill pull up on you in a city bus you so pussy now say some your name is bluff ill be on your girl like some makeup girl dont say shit you know i got cake up i like gripping on her from the head down you got ass make it clap for this bread now if you let me fuck you you getting wet now and im on a track and your man round its okay dont trip out hit the blunt now dont make no face he aint straight you hot now i go off like the transformers went out cant compete im the hardest young man out its so much fans they should name the smoke clout chasing niggas want say please sit the fuck down

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7 months ago

i rap from my soul we all got a heart tryna play out my part my first breath from the start riding with some guns in the car doing the dash tryna get to ill destination im up i been wilding off music lately i been pressuring my girl about having ill baby i cant fuck with hoes cause im in a relationship ion buy pussy im not spending paper bitch niggas shook up they look like they faking it if i got a opp he getting face with choppers on the ground where the medics gone say he dead so that going back and forth ion get in to that not nomore just pull up and ill get you killed twenty one living rawer then niggas fifthy i been up like a wash your hand signs in business talm bout china buffet milos jack and wendys ill rip up this game i didnt come pretending if i open my mouth critics better listen i know niggas who spinning and stand on business i be up in the trenches go ask of my name and i got a chain it shine named it raining yall that was a lie im big dog they cant tame me stay with the heat like a coochie im so fire put my song in a movie im gone ball like the like mike movie pay attention li bitch im your tooter and your nigga he mad ill screw you put a cork in your pussy like guerry An i been far for this rap boy dont play with me talk your shit im gone blix aint no catering i keep one on my hip and up in the head make your bitch drop her panties ill say girl instead while yall hating on me im just getting bread i be tripping sometimes cause im really him ask your mother she'll say that im really that boy dont make me go off ill beat you up take my belt off its lether and whoop your ass you my son i got money so im your dad i got niggas who lit that a drag you bad have you stretched looking wasted with out no pulse ill pull up on you in a city bus you so pussy now say some your name is bluff ill be on your girl like some makeup girl dont say shit you know i got cake up i like gripping on her from the head down you got ass make it clap for this bread now if you let me fuck you you getting wet now and im on a track and your man round its okay dont trip out hit the blunt now dont make no face he aint straight you hot now i go off like the transformers went out cant compete im the hardest young man out its so much fans they should name the smoke clout chasing niggas want say please sit the fuck down

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