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7 Months We back Head through my hoodie, got the info All these rappers gon' question what they meant for I'm up in the stu' and they in bed, though How the fuck you gon' make it if you sleep hoe 2 More bitches on a benzo Talkin' deep, I ain't got the time vent hoe Parked outside with a tent, though Surprise bitch, white boy got a window Gimme what I- gimme what I sent for I didn't come for a dealer with a nympho So much on me, I might need a list tho Talkin' snakes, crossed off, I been had those Rivals on arrival, how did I know On the list, it was fam, it's a typo Any, any, any, any bad flow (Nah, fam) Copy that, this hittin' better than you fight bro Sheesh Look All these other names are run-of-the-mill Breakin' man down 'Till the package is packaged and sealed Meanwhile, baby is talkin' maybe's In the car, while i'm telling her don't have the baby Man save me Nonetheless, i've been holdin' all the damn keys So when she takin' off the belt, keep it hands free I got 'boro doin' front-flips, sayin' please I got Staunton doin' both, they even paid me Blonde hair or a broad Boy's done both sides When they go back-forth Call it "hat tricks" Speak good with another Get the pussy and her number In the car and under covers Let's face it It's how you talkin' to people Not who you runnin' with That's the problem with y'all It's in your tone and shit That kinda mental could cause it Just by the thought of it But i'll be rich regardless Ain't no bummy shit Head through my hoodie, got the info All these rappers gon' question what they meant for I'm up in the stu' and they in bed, though How the fuck you gon' make it if you sleep hoe 2 More bitches on a benzo Talkin' deep, I ain't got the time vent hoe Parked outside with a tent, though Surprise bitch, white boy got a window Gimme what I- gimme what I sent for I didn't come for a dealer with a nympho So much on me, I might need a list tho Talkin' snakes, crossed off, i been had those Rivals on arrival, how did i know? On the list, it was fam, it's a typo Any, any, any, any bad flow? Copy that, this hittin' better than you fight bro
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