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Imma serve the pop while I sip the Morty You niggas Titi walked up, "what you got for me" Ole bum ass nigga died from a 40 Nigga switch on dis bitch ina Glock 40 This is not no Wocky, this some fucking Morty And I'm throwed as a bitch, finna stop recording Smack throwed as a bitch and my pop on Morgan Smacked than a bitch in a good day Nigga I can tell by the taste you got some good yay 650 pop, lil bitch I'm making good pay We don't eat spaghetti, lil bitch I want some good steak Lapped up ina car, phones ringin Pussy really stank up on the East, that's a hoe meetin' If I can't fuck, then you know I'm like "hoe, beat it!" Imma serve the pop while I sip the Morty You niggas Titi walked up, "what you got for me" Ole bum ass nigga died from a 40 Nigga switch on dis bitch ina Glock 40 This is not no Wocky, this some fucking Morty And I'm throwed as a bitch, finna stop recording Smack throwed as a bitch and my pop on Morgan Bitch ass nigga, I'm a lab runner Bro broke as a bitch, he got a bad jumper Shmack hard lil nigga this a bag runner And I really need a bad bitch I don't got her number Cheap ass nigga I really hate takin' flights I don't give a fuck, have a nigga scared for they life On the East, bitch I put my life on the fucking mic Imma serve the pop while I sip the Morty You niggas Titi walked up, "what you got for me" Ole bum ass nigga died from a 40 Nigga switch on dis bitch ina Glock 40 This is not no Wocky, this some fucking Morty And I'm throwed as a bitch, finna stop recording Smack throwed as a bitch and my pop on Morgan
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