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After the jeeting bands ain't speaking Homegirl knows is home time Tryna show dis hoe I don't want her doubling back n is cause of the soul tie Tryna get to da bag as per pagans hate cah der brass some lowlifes Grown man get put Inda boot you was 15 I was 5 in 09 It's true coulda ran up a hundred alla these bands that I made from the crow line Try take mans broskis what not no other way on god gotta hold Bine Can't be on selective badness come round here we can shoot or poke guys And the opp thots love when they see man giving out drops tryna dead of the old guy Ifwe chill onda hill n is vacant get my youngboys and we slide to the o side Right Now I got 5 Inda wag bruk down 3 other 2 get co-signed And I don't even mean to be rude but I won't hesitate if it's bud that. I don't like I was In the jungle 1 up Endured them treacherous summers Back then i was pinnacle serving only now that I send my runners No gloves no way Ima hit it she tryna touch and fuck no rubbers She insist on getting her way enjoying the game cah im way to stubborn My youngboy said he's a trapper put him In the T I can tell that he's lying Alla these birds on the curbs mans flying Me and bro on the roads it's horrid buck us a opp and he's probably dying Wen I step got the wudumu no way I'll hsve mumsy crying Jeff keep messaging hubada next time Gotta check him for wires Asgad Inda back on volts bro to cold he ain't wrecking the tyres Hop out the ride der petrified stepping wit weapons that's petrifying How many times in and out of the cats home box in bits no scales man eye it What you kno about indecisive In and out Ah zando daily really and truly I should be writing 16 plus that's just in Jewles and I ain't even got to the signing 023 I'm On stage at wireless till then of course I'm grinding Beat that case got fonem smiling Slide on po tryna find Wer der hiding Gotta laugh when they talk bout losses Alla dis doe dat lost in silence Like one Ah dem already gone I need me another to bill up a hybrid Shoutout my let's go riders riding really tryna close mans eyelids Inda t wida b no bags freezer bags man's hittin up Iceland Cat on my fone just wildin wining prolly bout Elmos timing Telling him mate just wait I'll nice him Lil bro just fuck up the re bought Alex McQueens Tryna flex on minors Gotta give him a lick in his head tell him again that mans not smiling
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