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José Hendrix Huh I been off codeine, I'm still takin' Xanax The Perkies, they callin', I pick up, I answer I bust in her mouth, I'm inhaling this cancer Just poured up persistent, some red in a Fanta I might pop a mid and make love to a dancer Bitch like an 8, I be fuckin' 11's But fuck it, tonight I'ma lower my standards Fuck on my bitch from the Chi and Atlanta, uh Won't see me work, none my shooters on camera Cut off some niggas and went ran my bands up I was just servin' that food from the bando Just bought a carbon with fifty extendo Shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function I might up the bitch and just shoot up for nothin' You go, we gon' go, we gon' shoot out in public Might do Balenci but won't do no Runner, huh Huh, I get you right to the earth with a button I just give the gesture, won't be no discussion Then fuck on a bitch I just met out in London I just took a Perc' and just pull it together Swervin' the work through the rain and the thunder Biscotti the smoke, like to sip in the 'Raris Letras de cancionesZip-lining with baddies but negative balance I get aroused when I look at her body I pray to God don't get stuck with a thottie But keep a few round case the police try to find me Gotta keep me some options, this life shit get wonky, huh Save a few checks Then I'ma go Eliantte my neck Fuck her, I go pristine my Patek I'm tryna fuck Angie Vish on the jet Know that lil' pussy get drippity wet Then I'ma go Eliantte my neck Fuck her and go and pristine my Patek I'm tryna fuck Angie Vish on the jet Know that lil' pussy get drip, yeah, it wet Made a few, Maison, McQueen how I step Don't call my phone, said it's green, I sit back I get you shot up, you bleed out the neck Caught me a stain, now I'm sleepin' on Tech I been off codeine, I'm still takin' Xanax The Perkies, they callin', I pick up, I answer I bust in her mouth, I'm inhaling this cancer Just poured up persistent, some red in a Fanta I might pop a mid and make love to a dancer Bitch like an 8, I be fuckin' 11's But fuck it, tonight I'ma lower my standards Fuck on my bitch from the Chi and Atlanta, uh Won't see me work, none my shooters on camera Cut off some niggas and went ran my bands up I was just servin' that food from the bando Just bought a carbon with fifty extendo Shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function I might up the bitch and just shoot up for nothin' You go, we gon' go, we gon' shoot out in public Might do Balenci but won't do no Runner, huh From Letras Mania