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One in the head, I already cocked it
Cardi, with the Glock
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
All this money that Im gettin make a nigga slaughter your main
When he shall miss me,--as, in faith, I mean not
Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,
Yall niggas aint in the streets , yall niggas is industry
From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate
Will you buy any tape,
I bought a Benz
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
Im the murder man , Uzi man
On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!
Yall niggas know what the fuck goin on
Five bands, I’m at the rex
Bitch I freestyle, I don’t write shit
I just cooked a whole brick
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin anything
Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I swear Im in safe mode now
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
I done grew up in the whole atlanta really
Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love,
Oh for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!
Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.
Feel like Im the greatest rapper came out the South
You have deserved nobly of your country, and you
We dont type on keyboards, we shoot choppas
Metro in this bitch, you know he put that funk in it
You are transported by calamity
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
Star on my Nike, today
This youth should say 'twere well and only therefore
Now ah potna scoring
A savour that may strike the dullest nostril
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
Humble nigga, but I like to tote that four five
I got all my chains on, I got all my chains
He must, and will
Than your good words. But who comes here?
Yes. Has he affections in him,
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
Cry lost, and so good night!
Margaret.
Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy
ChopStars, yeah
What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!
His coming hither hath no further scope
Hit that ho until 4 in the mornin
Got a crash course in passports, and flying bitches through airports
Then I find his body by 3 Mississippi
Fuck nigga please
These facts, lil nigga, Im the truth
We not gon play round with a bitch, ya dig
Main bitch fuckin my partner
Aim it at your temple , shooters behind me driving in a rental
Had them killers on your step like DoorDash
of nobleness which nature shows above her breeding,
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
Fra 70 nord til Slettebakken
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
Always talk to myself cause its only us
Might jeopardize my checks
Ima sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
Cross the fam, I put a bag on his ?
Them cheap made sacrifices, they get rich, getting lightskinned
Used to be my nigga, but you changed up dog
Im a sav, but I fuck her to a slow so—
Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither;
You better watch where you stepping
Would you still love me?
You play with the gang, youll get slaughtered
For what before it was.
Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.
I got young niggas that pull up, theyll smash, nigga
That come before the swallow dares, and take
that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?
Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
61, man, a nigga need some leg room
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.
808 the motherfuckin Mafia, nigga
VVSs all on my wrist, my nigga, white stones just to match my chain
Four o Glock, yeah
Niggas snitchin, I put ten on a Aston
Catch a nigga ridin down College
favour is well approved by your tongue. What's the
I Still Dont Trust These Bitches
Im from the five, middle finger, Zone 6
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Yall niggas rats like Mickey
That were the cause of my imprisonment.
His curses, then from bitterness of soul
Then she let go and get to twerking
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
Then I degraded you from being king,
I need a rari, and a Lambo
All I hang around is bad guys
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
These niggas funny like Dave Chappelle
Fuck it, spin again while they grieve

One in the head, I already cocked it

Cardi, with the Glock

And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!

All this money that Im gettin make a nigga slaughter your main

When he shall miss me,--as, in faith, I mean not

Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,

Yall niggas aint in the streets , yall niggas is industry

From fasting maids whose minds are dedicate

Will you buy any tape,

I bought a Benz

I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on

Im the murder man , Uzi man

On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace!

Yall niggas know what the fuck goin on

Five bands, I’m at the rex

Bitch I freestyle, I don’t write shit

I just cooked a whole brick

Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin anything

Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.

I swear Im in safe mode now

Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

I done grew up in the whole atlanta really

Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love,

Oh for our father, for our dear lord Clarence!

Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.

Feel like Im the greatest rapper came out the South

You have deserved nobly of your country, and you

We dont type on keyboards, we shoot choppas

Metro in this bitch, you know he put that funk in it

You are transported by calamity

Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?

Star on my Nike, today

This youth should say 'twere well and only therefore

Now ah potna scoring

A savour that may strike the dullest nostril

Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks

Humble nigga, but I like to tote that four five

I got all my chains on, I got all my chains

He must, and will

Than your good words. But who comes here?

Yes. Has he affections in him,

I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;

Cry lost, and so good night!

Margaret.

Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy

ChopStars, yeah

What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!

His coming hither hath no further scope

Hit that ho until 4 in the mornin

Got a crash course in passports, and flying bitches through airports

Then I find his body by 3 Mississippi

Fuck nigga please

These facts, lil nigga, Im the truth

We not gon play round with a bitch, ya dig

Main bitch fuckin my partner

Aim it at your temple , shooters behind me driving in a rental

Had them killers on your step like DoorDash

of nobleness which nature shows above her breeding,

Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though

Fra 70 nord til Slettebakken

Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;

Always talk to myself cause its only us

Might jeopardize my checks

Ima sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie

Cross the fam, I put a bag on his ?

Them cheap made sacrifices, they get rich, getting lightskinned

Used to be my nigga, but you changed up dog

Im a sav, but I fuck her to a slow so—

Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither;

You better watch where you stepping

Would you still love me?

You play with the gang, youll get slaughtered

For what before it was.

Grandam, this would have been a biting jest.

I got young niggas that pull up, theyll smash, nigga

That come before the swallow dares, and take

that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?

Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he

61, man, a nigga need some leg room

Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.

808 the motherfuckin Mafia, nigga

VVSs all on my wrist, my nigga, white stones just to match my chain

Four o Glock, yeah

Niggas snitchin, I put ten on a Aston

Catch a nigga ridin down College

favour is well approved by your tongue. What's the

I Still Dont Trust These Bitches

Im from the five, middle finger, Zone 6

And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats

Yall niggas rats like Mickey

That were the cause of my imprisonment.

His curses, then from bitterness of soul

Then she let go and get to twerking

For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

Then I degraded you from being king,

I need a rari, and a Lambo

All I hang around is bad guys

Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

These niggas funny like Dave Chappelle

Fuck it, spin again while they grieve