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I'm in the room with 7 titties
That's 4 bitches with one missin'
With eleven twisted up Sherbinskis
Some Bodillaz
Her 450, cookin' dope in a gold skillet
Bumpin' old 50
Hit my robe with the gold stichin'
In my gold kitchen
Gold bitches with painted toes tippin'
All these bitches taste like chicken
Can't name a hoe different
Prolific, was zip-flippin' and
Kickin' door-hinges
PO done snitched to the boys
He said we all did it
Augmented my lifestyle, so now we all livin'
Get my dick sucked right now
While in the stall, pissin'
Bald bitches with car skimmers
Splittin' cigars with us
Couldn't carry us like pallbearers
With they paws missin'
Targetin' pussy niggas, hit 'em with arsenic
Starvin', bitch, hit the kitchen
Make something marvellous
Partial split's, I can't get with bitch
I need all of it
AUG equipped, get to spittin'
Hit up your cardigan
Don't make me pull up and
Do you like room raiders
Throw your bitch in a cage
And line it with newspapers
Double up, think I love her
But don't play us like dual Segas
'Fore your people search for your
Body like fuckin' Tomb Raider
Unh, I'm Voldemort with the whore
Don't wan' smell her pussy
No conversations with shorty
Give her emails to book me
I break a bitch and make
Her do 17 like Cookie if I'm sentenced
Conjugal visit's and dope in her coochie
Yeah, uh huh, okay, okay
Black negroes, San Pellegrinos
Gabbana Dolces
Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case
Feel like Max Keeble
Filipino bitches my forte
Unh, yeah, uh huh, okay, okay
Black negroes, San Pellegrinos
Gabbana Dolces
Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case
Feel like Max Keeble
Filipino bitches my forte
Get behind that bitch like an investment
The game more hectic 'cause I blessed it
When I don't want it no more, I neglect it
Can't even neglect what ain't my possession
Number one lesson
These niggas soft and sweet as big Texas
So get the message pillow Pet ass niggas
Strap concealed under my shirt
So all you see is
Silhouettes and black figures
Shoot him in his back, nigga
So when they turn him over
He easy to recognize like tagged pictures
We blacklist him bag him, toe tag him
And wrap him up like Christmas
Pull all his teeth out like the dentist
Now he need dentures
I'm the boy with the frozen soul
I come alive in the winter
Don't eat around me, when I'm hungry
I'll take your dinner like, bruh, man
I hate to see niggas guts go splat in public
When I bust it, but fuck it
This snub love it
Pissin' out windows when we
Couldn't afford buckets
Now a wrist out the window
And glist' on my bicuspids play the bitch
You niggas get split like vanilla Dutches
He the snitch, throw the chump in the trunk
Like he the luggage
Gave him tit's, you should not
Wear jewelry, so, nigga, tuck it
Fake niggas don't got our
Blood in they genes, they step-cousins
Yeah, uh huh, okay, okay
Black negroes, San Pellegrinos
Gabbana Dolces
Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case
Feel like Max Keeble
Filipino bitches my forte
Unh, yeah, uh huh, okay, okay
Black negroes, San Pellegrinos
Gabbana Dolces
Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case
Feel like Max Keeble
Filipino bitches my forte
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