Blanco Flacco
it's M.E. — El Chapo with the guapo, keep the stick grip in a tight hold. my favorite girls be on dance poles; my favorite checks come with equity by the boatload. nigga, I'm winning in all categories all the way to the ship, got my accountant planking from the statements, thinking what a nigga know about banking? nothing — I just know I'm rich enough to put my chips in the bank next to the bull. that's greatness. MJ fading away from the competition like a smooth criminal; when it pours it's pure purple rain solo. next to the pathetic Philippe got me getting great neck, swimming in bitches like Michelle, eating good brown rice, chicken with the kelp. we don't believe you — you need more people fighting back, nigga get some help. you not sick enough to pop pills in this padded room; get locked in the insane asylum. I'm hearing sirens, I'm feeling violent when I see lights flashing red — pop pop, two shots in his head, now he silent. moment of silence. T's head — honcho Mr. Chocolate Flaco, my OJ Bronco Blanco; you screwed up, don't get chopped up. Squid Games or Narcos.
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it's M.E. — El Chapo with the guapo, keep the stick grip in a tight hold. my favorite girls be on dance poles; my favorite checks come with equity by the boatload. nigga, I'm winning in all categories all the way to the ship, got my accountant planking from the statements, thinking what a nigga know about banking? nothing — I just know I'm rich enough to put my chips in the bank next to the bull. that's greatness. MJ fading away from the competition like a smooth criminal; when it pours it's pure purple rain solo. next to the pathetic Philippe got me getting great neck, swimming in bitches like Michelle, eating good brown rice, chicken with the kelp. we don't believe you — you need more people fighting back, nigga get some help. you not sick enough to pop pills in this padded room; get locked in the insane asylum. I'm hearing sirens, I'm feeling violent when I see lights flashing red — pop pop, two shots in his head, now he silent. moment of silence. T's head — honcho Mr. Chocolate Flaco, my OJ Bronco Blanco; you screwed up, don't get chopped up. Squid Games or Narcos.
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