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(Damjonboi) 672 (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) Dog Shit Militia Should I mix the 'Pane with the Quag'? Been contemplatin' If it's drank or the shippin', that's the only time I'm waitin' I'm impatient, I just add the VPN so they can't trace it Tryna find a way to profit, I'm not with the conversation Exotic from Rozay, it's hittin' too damn hard, I think he laced it I peep you be hesitatin', please pass me my medication You would think that I was Jason Hop up out his bushes, chase him Roll my problems up and face 'em Keep the blicky, heard they hate him Dirty bitches, man, who raised 'em? Rats, snitches, why they make 'em? Why my roster trippin' like I won't turn around and replace 'em? In the pen', he got a shank, a monkey probably would've Drac'd 'em Any given night, might pop out with a fifty, Jayson Tatum All this dog shit, I need Charmin I like my cup red, election Roll his face on chocolate, Nestlé Rockstar lifestyle, Elvis Presley Letras de cancionesPerc' look like the script, he pressed him One-of-one jeans full of Jacksons, Jessie Screwed-up pint, my cup from Texas I kick shit like Lionel Messi Rap shit just a lil' occupation Dope dealin' was my main profession Wool-knit pulled down over my eyes Supreme beanie on, lookin' like a Mexican Leave New Orleans and I'm feelin' like a Pelican He don't bust blicks, nigga celibate I just took a sip of that 'Pane, this shit potent and elegant Smokin' exotic, Cali shit so loud, they smellin' it (Shit) Feelin' like '019, MJ back in his element Niggas ain't sippin', they sellin' it Don't gotta hit the pharm', bro mailin' it Found a new jugg, I'm passin' it Niggas not hip, niggas not intelligent I'm facin' this eight, I ain't sellin' it Dog shit on me like I won a settlement Bitch got brain like Thomas Edison Pour ten lines in the cream, don't measure it Jefe outside with the blick, they won't let him in I done did lot of shit, I ain't never went Bitch pussy A1, her shit heaven-sent Geeked up, pink ten like it boost my intelligence Find a new ghost town, we break it in Slam dunk on a bitch, I'll break the rim In the water with sharks, it's sink or swim Chain glow in the dark, they like, "Who is him?" Told that bitch I can't cuff her, I like to fuck other women Let my ho shop at Neimans, we don't go to Lululemon Dog shit in my pocket, spend it Pussy for sale, I might just rent it Performin' at a show, while I'm onstage rappin' Fans pullin' on my denim Say she want a ring, told that bitch I am not Green Lantern The only thing I think about is should I play the Bimmer or the Phantom? I ain't have much as a kid, so I'm juggin' with a passion Workin' magic, if I got a hat, I'm pullin' out a rabbit (Voila) Twenty-eight grams of Scallion, I come Hutch 3D medallion (Ice) Gotta know I'm beatin' the case, I ain't fuckin' with feds, they caught me on camera Pour me a four in a Fanta, eat with the switch like, "Bitch, where my manners?" (Come on) Say you smokin' 'za, but you really blowin' dandruff (Bammer) Long live $cammer From Letras Mania