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(Enrgy made this one) Like, is you serious? And send the work to Georgia, have 'em curious My life need a dozen movies, Fast & Furious Here comes the thirteenth one, this bitch ain't have her period Fourteen shots have 'em delirious We'll catch a body, then go take a Lake Erie trip Your bitch keep blowin' up my phone, she on some eerie shit On the road, this a me, myself, I, and Siri trip Smokin' zaza out of Cali, this ain't no Larry zip Blingin' in some Hutchy ice, this ain't no Gary kit Have your ho trick over them treats, you on some scary shit I think this bitch starin' 'cause I'm very rich Hell yeah, you lift your wrist once, she on some glary shit Think your bitch tryna fuck, she tryna braid my hair to twist She gon' lick my clean balls, I ain't got no hairy dick Life crazy, shit, I'm in the ring with a married bitch I'd probably put a baby in a ho, but I ain't gon' marry the bitch Twenty different flavor foreigns, I be on various shit Hit the work twenty times, I got various mix Cuddy got a fake D, the clerk think he Darius Finch She'll never know my government, take the ball and I'm runnin' it Do your backyard like a Theta and I'm stompin' it I'll put a ten on a one, they say I'm jumpin' it Letras de cancionesSlide some shit across your forehead when I'm thumpin' it Dancin' in the pussy, finna crump in it Dead opps stuffed in the Havana, see the lumps in it? Put a— into the pot, like, don't you see the clumps in it? Typical response, he said his blunt had some Runtz in it I'm sellin' ice 'bows, you see the chunks in it J money, fuckin' up the road, yeah, I'm humpin' it I'ma throw a— frrt in the air, I ain't gon' duck with it And smack my cousin', bitch ass had to function it Dog Shit Militia, keep it confidential Two bad bitches and two M's with me in the middle Zaza gon' shit on dog when I start this kennel When I have Jez pull the wood out, he ain't usin' a pencil When they trace your body out, they ain't usin' a stencil Told the spot-runner that we could use some utensils Barack O., tryna fuck around and do the presidential If your name on paperwork, you know you lose credentials Double cups red, but I went and fully blew the bezel All we missin' is some pitchforks, you'd think we knew the devil Your lil' bitch irritating, all we do is wrestle If we get the king's drop, he gon' lose his temple Shit, we shootin' temples I ain't gon' cross over from God when I rock Essential Put a switch on the back of the Glock, it's no longer a pistol Beam still shootin' missiles And throw an X-ray at your top like I'm tryna see your mental Let's try a different situation, tired of being patient Have you eat your food through a straw, you ain't gon' need no braces He sung in that room more than Aretha Franklin Catch you in that six-four ridin' low, I'ma take them Daytons Really leave you stinking, bro Balenciaga stepping Leave some letters at your front door 'cause you ain't get the message Bitch, you bored, then put a tag on your toe, I got a feet fetish Pause Still got the blicky tucked in my drawers Joker gift-wrapping presents, he ain't Santa Claus I can be on planet Neptune, I'm slingin' Dragon Balls Catch a contact when I pack this dog Let me make this call Smack put him down when he hit this raw Treat his top like a Faygo pop, watch us twist it off I can't leave your titi in the spot 'cause she gon' sniff it all Shit, you know it's that if we get involved Shit, you know it's fa-fa-fa, and then we peelin' off You'll hear about a run that's go and probably still'll jog Bitch tried to put a collar on me, but I'm still a dog Thinkin' 'bout the opps, no homo, I'm tryna kill 'em all Told that bitch, "Like my double cup, better not spill at all" I don't like the Tris, but ain't no Wock', I might just sip it all I'm in Wichita just to get it gone Blowin' out the leaf, my white boy talkin' 'bout, "Go get a bong" He was fuckin' Big Meech, now his chains gettin' pawned He was macho Randy Savage 'til he got them bitches snatched Why he think I'm finna give him dap? Pussy, this ain't that I heard this ain't facts, all I know is this ain't cap This ain't an act, this ain't hat Had the nerve to say he had some vintage, pussy, this ain't Act' That ain't racks, that's a hundred stacks, what's up with that? I could reach into my mattress, up and double that I just caught a body, get the bricks, tape, and bubble wrap And some gas and a match I was finna throw him in the lake, but I'ma torch his ass When his family get to cryin', I'ma more than laugh When your bitch eat the dick, she does more than gag I know you more than sad, I could do more than brag I could do more than flash, you can't do more than half It's that one season, I got another door to crack Lookin' like a tourist, Dior bucket off the boarding pass In the club, throwin' chicken rolls towards the nats It's raining hard, I hope my ex-bitch drive into the storm and crash Strikers, strikers, my cuddy, he perform in Scats Tap a hat, take it to the chop shop, then floor the 'Cat I'll get your SSN, I'll get the drop, I'll beat your ass, shoot you in your face, I do more than rap ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams forever From Letras Mania