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u killing it the bars is hot as fuck but this beat didn't do it no justice. it didn't go wit the flow. maybe it was to slow or something. but that's all I can hear on this one other than that bars are lit
dripping body more swag peep my joints I ain't heard bro this lit
Drip drip Shyt shyt Drip drip Shyt shyt Drip shyt Shyt drip Drip shyt Shyt drip Yoo, i need space, I got a slimey drip, the ones behind me they Hip, we dont lie on our Dip, This Gun bigger Than My DicK, all I need is my plug to be a alien, no more 8ball face, all we need is a hot as strip somewhere in the galaxy, they dirty and grimy u can call it the dust room, we have rec like we in the 70s yo pass the mushroom, yeah Ard you must make Room, I had to go Dum, hit small clubs to proformaning at huge stadiums, Yo fuck all that, why you rap, we make sure the pounds over wrapped, why you overly strap bc its overly pack, try to grab my chain them 3 claps gonna crack, I'm gonna show the world not to play with the MaCk, in my city even I can get Jack I learned to adapt, Friday and Saturday be Recaps, I'm over Eastside by John Hoskins got doctors buying crack, if you heard it before then you going to hear it again, I'm young and right tryna Win, anyways with a sinister grin, both of my 9 Rugers are twins, we should have smoke all that shyt up before we went, they my fake friends and my ancestors in the winds, doing goofy stuff we think u wearing wiretaps, you know Jay Jay always bent, for the show I want everything including rent, my pops store is on East Monument, I'm a slick gent I'm easy to get along with but I'm strict, dont buy into that we didn't see no racks, trying expunge and shield my tracks, walk in the gun store and buy a Mac.10, I remember when the bouncer didn't let me back in, now I'm playing wolf 2 ya pigs to my hair of chinny chin chin, I stomp niggaz in the head with my timmy Tim Tim's, you get on the stand and point and say it was them them them, send ya mama to the funeral with the grim, meanwhile I'm on poolside lemonade and a shiny gold grin, we some mighty old men, pockets swallowing, we rolling, a peace earth were hate ain't growing, my hood bipolaring, keep the Mollies flowing, shyt drip drip shyt, this lit, with Hit, we wrong for this shyt, that's why the song has Drip kick, shyt flip, shyt and drip I got fire on my dip she on my dick he's on to it, shyt drip drip shyt all the way around the clock slick shit, rich slick, savage but some dipShyt, I'm codeine and a bag of Chips, I got this project chick she wild like a Wolverine,
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