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Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas (Long Live $cam) This lil' ho like Pat Summitt, she be settin' plays Yeah, I heard his last song, it's more weak than seven days Don't call me Jimmy, it's been Tron since the seventh grade Head to head, it ain't no way you beatin' us in seven games Sick'll hit Tris, her drank man must wear boxin' gloves All she wanna do is fuckin' fight, this some toxic love Chips Ahoy Rollie on my wrist with the chocolate chunk Brodie fightin' life, I just told him, "Only God can judge" I just hit his ho, he must've been droppin' thе blunt Put a bounty hunter on him like Jabba The Hutt Unk' damn nеar DPOY how he lockin' it up We ain't bringin' in no groceries when we poppin' the trunk We just waitin' on your low, you gon' drop it or what? When it's time to ride or die, you gon' hop in or what? Time to show 'em what it is, I don't pop it enough Used to hit the store with three bucks, now it's lobster for lunch If the pop ain't cold, it ain't drop worthy Touchdown in the Bay, I feel like Brock Purdy Spot never ever close, you can honk late and knock early Think that he trim, but we done peeped that his socks dirty When we put him belt to ass, it ain't like Grandma whoopings Rollin' up dessert, mixin' wafers with banana pudding Letras de cancionesShotta jumpin' out a tree 'cause you ain't had no bushes 3:55 at the lab, me and Lando cookin' Boy, pour some trizzy in it, why your Fanta plain? Mike Evans, shit I got a play to catch in Tampa Bay Swingin' sticks, stingin' shit, we the Tampa Rays All that other shit don't matter, I'm the man today I'll survive on my own, you seen Castaway? Heard he tried to run up a bag and it ran away Everything hate me this way, y'all some bantamweights Taxin' everybody, I just entered my Fanum phase Huh, we don't live life the same You was born with snake skin, don't you see this lion's mane? They gon' end up drownin', this a motherfuckin' tidal wave Talkin' 'bout she love me, told her, "Put it on the Bible, bae" Huh, and I still won't believe it Nah, for real, is it even any real hoes that's breathin'? Chop' kick like Vinatieri, need a field goal to beat 'em Matter fact, go for six, I need to feel more than even Oldheads bitter, really just mad it's our era Pop out, rockin' forty-one like Alvin Kamara Mike Jack, arguin' with the man in the mirror Hand in the air, tell my bitch, "Like, I had it to here" L-A-X what? This Atlantis, we landed the leer Man, you a weird and that's with a capital weird Car goes capital, look like tactical gear Ain't snacks in this kitchen, pussy, we trappin' in here Let's put the tester on your chain and let the world see Spot an opp in the crowd and turn to Metta World Peace Heard he said I'm weak, I'ma let the world speak Should I step on everybody's necks or let the world breathe? Head glued to a swivel, I gotta stay alert All these damn blessings gotta be 'cause granny stay in church Huh, Hallelujah The same ones talkin', they be late tryna find a way to work That ain't za 'cause za just 'cause it's sprayed with turps Tronny number one just like Jalen Hurts Stop askin' where I'm at, ho, 'cause it ain't on earth Bro a gremlin, take a Perc', chase it with a eighth of purp' From Letras Mania