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Fresh fruits out the juicer Since juvi jail taught well, I'm a trooper If she can tell it's a louie smell like a scooper And the black blue is your cell, bumping new fuck Same lusual, linen shorts and loafs
Been in forced to coast, contenders call me the ghost Why crope, when women open they throat Sophisticated the dope, with stimulating results The soul still afloat, still a mill in the vote Still appeal to the real when it's wrote Proper approach I play, check the resume Fuck what the records say Only a few of the fire could really rap this way Chick fetish, I ball with the bricks bedded No daughters the dick's leverage It's nothing to discredit, embedded Born with it, my vision was all vivid I'm living and all did it Decisions is more digits More explicit, more deliberative More ' so what is it Son of the starter, my aura is the adora A storm can lead the slaughter on quarters, deep on waters Seek on co morals, speak, speech are farer 2 neat to lauder, 2 at peace for ' I applaud you, fold the pressures and duck your broads Tryina destroy your hords of the Pandora Or cam corder, caught with a gram short up Mandatory 5, that's when nan was alive
Rap is in danger man, necklace is saying that shit Give her no dick, that's how you really restrain a bitch I'm no husein to this rap, hool is who gassiness For every tale spittin, that others claim nigga is crazy with Up in Mercedes whips, new Gucci glue lady kicks Here wavy, stay fly in that 80's tip What can they say to this Let em pray and wiss At any minute, the nigga can hornicate the wrist Slight risk but speak truth the great zeus All I do is just fuck noth and eat food From v troops to Venezuela Sent the tell up, it's all done for the century So it's in the cellar Hey fella, only few can measure Taking papers pleasant, they invitation vanilla The arm legger, arm head with don craig I'm no one to be whack rap know I'm celeb
From magic city to miss America pageants Got me passing on pussy never imagine And swiss crashing, eating from leets laughing Sneak a freak, keep up with feet fashion They keep asking how is the shine lasting I'm too ahead of my time to be a husband Rhymes craft that come from fine interaction So niggas passing it's just a mind of distraction Dinner napkins tuffed in the button up Which mean any medallions ding is covered up Sleeves cuffed, and sippin the tea cup And c money's like key money, we reeing up.
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