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Screaming suck it when I’m in my bucket (fuck it) Liquor chugging blunts until I’m bugging Ducking posers rocking Thrasher hoodies I’m a broke bastard that takes cookies And I’m lurking swervin’ on medicine Fuck a DUI, I’m on bath salts Talking doubles knockin’ bumpas’ off of momma’ SUV cause I’m thuggin’ Burn a cop the block hot Baghdad snapchats and crack packs Give me my money, yeah bitch I need that Lay on my bath floor until my mind give me feedback Duckin’ buckin’ fuckin’ niggas up Gold teeth match the gold trim on my OE Fuck you I’m rowdy and ugly I’m moody and loony Beat a bitch up like I’m Dooney Set a blank go riding bustin’ like bank all James Franco on blow With a fat hoe, clack me a bitch leave a white tee rojo You know how it go You know how it go You know how it go You know how it go
I’m in a mom and pop, one-stop shop Waving Glocks, getting busy I’m on my Chris Breezy beating biddies up in your city It’s nothing – I don’t give a fuck about a bitch I’ll peddle dope Skate, fuck hoes and spark loosies up with my.44
Oh my God, who brought this dirty fucking Slim Jim to Miami? All I wanna do is smoke boof, drink fucking lean And throw up in a [?] that gives no fuck [?] right fucking now!
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Getting loose sipping ‘hundred proof Knocking bullshit at ugly Lil bitches’ deuce But its nothing nigga Man this fuckin’ nigga gotta problem with it then front it nigga Ugly, angry and jaded, faded bakin’ vacant complacent Raidin’ churches swervin’ in hearses tossing burners on worthless Kirkland’s Molotovs in a pack ‘mon tear them walls down like reggae The KK that good yay, on my payday then its time to lay With the AK broad day, finger fuck the law Boss like Rick Ross, but no molly I’m a jolly nigga When the liquor hit me I’m a garbage nigga
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