Shorty come suck on my dick like Mariah
What happened to that bitch?
Man, that bitch she got fired
Feeling my style, and they gettin inspired
Gun it like milk and I make her expire
Kissing my dick, not talking no mistletoe
Car, car goals, look at the camo
White glasses feeling like Fabo
Michael Vick run and I scramble
Giving that bitch to still fuck
Bombin' a nigga like napalm
You savin' that bitch with your cape on
Your bitch, she love me like Raymond
Regal my chain, Marino, no bathin'
Look at your eyes, you hatin'
You [pissy?], you spending your savings
Rhymes on the top, elevatin'
I want a pocket like Peyton
Rush card, you stay at the Days Inn
Hop on me, still talkin' back on me
With the cheese, making the macaroni
My bitches no titties, real bony
I got the pussy from [???]
Can't be seen in public, and [peon?]
I got the gun cause they peep it
Watching the devils deceivin
I do it the best
My crew is up next
Popping the molly, I got a good batch
She wanna fuck for the check
He wanna buy, I tax
What's those, they ain't come out yet
You can not find em
You can not buy them
Keep on trying
Find em, got em
Newspaper says they shot em
Your drip look like some CHINA
I swear I'mma fuck if I find her
Young rap nigga like miners
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