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Bad bitches gone strip, dope boys gone trap to this Keep an eye out don't lack to this, somebody might get slapped to this They know the real, free the dogs and the demons Take a trip to the east end, CLE not Cleveland Top Goons they my roll dawgs My young boys make the place hot Never worried about rat niggas hug a presidenth face shot She making bands on the long pole She bad, she Griselda Blanco She up, she Griselda Blanco She bad, Griselda Blanco Real nigga never change up Bout to fuck the rap game up Nicky Barnes ass nigga Is trapping and ratting and fucking the game up She won't work on her reds, tell the dumb bitch shut up I'm lest the Lord with the coke I'm jugging I think that I'm dudus 10 bid on the greyhound, when I was going to the falls Started off with my more real niggas We was answering the calls, calls, calls I link Two for the hiyhee Opp bitches tryna line me So many niggas try to fly me Woah woah, I had a dream of a boatload Fuck it call me El Pengo Trap trap like a narco Free up all the dogs and the demons On range with the orange on CLE like Lebanon Fuck that call it Le-anon Bad bitches gone strip, dope boys gone trap to this Keep an eye out don't lack to this, somebody might get slapped to this They know the real, free the dogs and the demons Take a trip to the east end, CLE not Cleveland Top Goons they my roll dawgs My young boys make the place hot Never worried about rat niggas hug a presidenth face shot She making bands on the long pole She bad, she Griselda Blanco She up, she Griselda Blanco She bad, Griselda Blanco CLE, not Cleveland Free the dawgs and the demons Forty leave him with Jesus Fly a nigga no G6 Woah, woah Told shorty break a pack down Eight runners in my trap house Ask Pengz, I'm the man now Whipping work like it's Tango Fif grains like a mango Fuck around, get your man smoked Bitch I'm pulling strings like a banjo Started off with a Cuban Taking change in the bando David Blaine made a pack go Now my pockets looking like Fat Joe Hating on me, that's your fault You was answering no calls No out calls made the telly boom She made ten bands out the telly room Room, room I don't fuck with no shelly goons Baby nine got a kick Guaranteed to make your belly move Bad bitches gone strip, dope boys gone trap to this Keep an eye out don't lack to this, somebody might get slapped to this They know the real, free the dogs and the demons Take a trip to the east end, CLE not Cleveland Top Goons they my roll dawgs My young boys make the place hot Never worried about rat niggas hug a presidenth face shot She making bands on the long pole She bad, she Griselda Blanco She up, she Griselda Blanco She bad, Griselda Blanco
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