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I flip a Brick like pancakes If I was on that But I’d rather get caught for aggravateds with ball bats Call dat I’m sick trying to make my move Trying dance with shorties and get up in a groove Tired of the bad life Always Livin in misery Im tryna live that dad life And level out my mood I used to chip a lot of drugs Weed and opium Now I’m tryna fuck on bitches fallopian Bad momma think that she Ethiopian Add her to my delicacy of cornucopia Alotta y’all pussies be talkin about ya fish tales I’d rather whop ur mom a gram of white, dat fish scale Rather leave a bad scenario, on back trails Alotta y’all want a seat at the table That don’t sit well Tryna take shots at me we’ll go tick for tack Walk-in round like you a thug and youre just a kitty kat Lying bout the fables and rumours, these pissy tacts I’m the bull cant beef with no, snitching rats U a pussy Boy, not in my hood, no wanna bees Wear ur fitted down low, give u a black eye you cat see Sittin round tryna mean mug, no react Stupid wanna be Boy get clapped put in a plaque I done worked da night shift done put flesh In a graveyard While u still standing around talking bout slave yards U 25 years behind me and u the old head? I can count new money and still count old bread bitch
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I flip a Brick like pancakes If I was on that But I’d rather get caught for aggravateds with ball bats Call dat I’m sick trying to make my move Trying dance with shorties and get up in a groove Tired of the bad life Always Livin in misery Im tryna live that dad life And level out my mood I used to chip a lot of drugs Weed and opium Now I’m tryna fuck on bitches fallopian Bad momma think that she Ethiopian Add her to my delicacy of cornucopia Alotta y’all pussies be talkin about ya fish tales I’d rather whop ur mom a gram of white, dat fish scale Rather leave a bad scenario, on back trails Alotta y’all want a seat at the table That don’t sit well Tryna take shots at me we’ll go tick for tack Walk-in round like you a thug and youre just a kitty kat Lying bout the fables and rumours, these pissy tacts I’m the bull cant beef with no, snitching rats U a pussy Boy, not in my hood, no wanna bees Wear ur fitted down low, give u a black eye you cat see Sittin round tryna mean mug, no react Stupid wanna be Boy get clapped put in a plaque I done worked da night shift done put flesh In a graveyard While u still standing around talking bout slave yards U 25 years behind me and u the old head? I can count new money and still count old bread bitch
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