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(Damjonboi) I watched my mans turn into a snake just like an Animorph Triple S-ing, Turbo S-ing, pedal pressing, crash the Porsche You a duck like Oregon, I hear it's beef, go grab a fork Unky said he Adam Silver if they turn the trap to sport I wish I had some Act' to pour, Amiri jeans, attached the torch I ain't going back and forth, a hunnid shots, go ask the Lord Ahki office looking like a orchard, shit, it's jacks galore I wanna share the sunlight but they couldn't even stand the storm Duh, I scam but I'll fuck around and come and cash the store Out here trusting bitches? That's a dork, I be done smacked a whore On the eight like Eminem, me and Ju, we done matched a four Vintage tee but I ain't hit the thrift shop like Macklemore Glocky with the switch'll make a giant look small Hungry for the opps, I'm looking Asian tryna cook dog It's a dirty game, the refs ain't looking? I might push off Skinnies with the pads, in the field like it's football Belt to ass season, walk him down, I might just whoop dawg Teach his dumbass a lesson I see it's syrup on yo pancakes, I drunk that for breakfast 850, out in Dallas, in that one bag in Texas Don't even ask about the sneaks I'm wearing, they ain't out Ain't never drove a snowplow but I paved the route D$M the gang, you disrespecting? We gon' bang it out Letras de cancionesGet the drop and stake his house I was made to be great and I waited, what's to hate about? Once it's up, you'll never ever see that flame put out Once it's stuck, we can't face to face and handshake it out Fuck the opps, whack they brothers, fuck they sisters, serve they uncles fetty Chilling like a villain in the middle of the jungle ready (ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you know what the fuck going on, RIP $cams) (I ain't done yet though, alright) They know my name up from [?] down to [?] Waking up past noon, how the fuck yo bag move? Money on the floor? I spint the bitch like some Pirelli tires Jefe blending out of town, he somewhere with the fetty buyers If I keep on cracking, pouring pints, gon' probably need Devita Ten 'bows, touch seven hybrid of the three sativa You ain't played the joggy right, you did it off the cheap Adidas Hellcat, Hellephant engine, whip could probably be the cheetah I watched my mans turn into a snake Yeah I watched my mans turn into a snake just like an Animorph Triple S-ing, Turbo S-ing, pedal pressing, crash the Porsche You a duck like Oregon, I hear it's beef, go grab a fork Unky said he Adam Silver if they turn the trap to sport I wish I had some Act' to pour, Amiri jeans, attached the torch I ain't going back and forth, a hunnid shots, go ask the Lord Ahki office looking like a orchard, shit, it's jacks galore I wanna share the sunlight but they couldn't even stand the storm From Letras Mania