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Babatunde Ogunnaike
Babatunde Ogunnaike
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Ain't no subliminal no getting physical Bro keep a tech if you tryna come foul I do em dirty like dishes Down with the fishes your body be found I was in the school getting Os off You was in class you was acting a clown Hate when I'm high cuz I doze off They know that baba the talk of the town Really this shit is too easy Sum of my niggas they sleazy I hit the plug for the peezy I beat her back in I'm breaking her pussy to pieces Watch how you step I put sum holes in ya feet like it's yeezys Kill it, it's Blood on the leaves I'm bouta fuck then I leave I just might Nut on her sheets You see I'm hungry as hell I ain't have nothing to eat We had the pack watch me add it up & We know they wack so they mad at us All they niggas be capping Will smith they be acting They blowing my shit bro I had enough Stacking it, too on point this be accurate I'm talking facts In the kitchen he pulled out the Mac 10 I ain't never see nothing like that Need a shotty, hit Kick, like karate Shittin' like I potty Dominican bitches call a nigga doddy Whip ina mazzi Watch me change up the kit looking godly Off the henny, the perc finna kick like a cage fight Bet watch yo girl she gone let me fuck if we play fight Bro got that toy he don't play nice Roll a joint play the point feel like Derek Fish I let bro hold that for me I know he don't miss I hit yo BM she easy she on the list Talkin' bout shit that you never gon do if you run up you might get ejected Move in my city I feel like the president you thinking a nigga elected I'm not a regular pedestrian Ya niggas bang for protection But I'm tune with them niggas the scammers the trappers n all If she gon leave then leave nigga fuck it we ball I got a need for speed finna turn up n buy out the mall If u talk crazy my fist gon b right on yo jaw Me n my bro when we hop in the booth we like Kobe gasol I love to rush in that field Feel like Vick cuz my bitch steady call me a dog Do it look like I'm playing My foot on they neck Ain't looking away any more They mistook it, i ball devin book it I get it & cook it, get served on a plate I'm straight, they crooked I bake. I know that I jus be doing it Fluid wit it, gotta watch for the snakes See I'm moving wit it, gotta do what it takes Fl Ew in wit it, now I cruise to the plate
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