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I said punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh Punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh When the bitch let me fuck she was into me How the fuck I wake up to an enemy? Bitch i ain't a jit I'm just jittery Trigger finger feel a little happy are you feeling me? Okay, no wait My new shit sound like my old ways And my old shit sounds like I just made Cocaine blues while I smoke out an ashtray Now days i gotta keep a watch over y'all Cause Y'all pause everytime that i hop on call But you'll hop on my balls if i give any feedback Like what the fuck happened to y'all? I thought we was all cool with this shit Now it's cold in this bitch If I hop on a track and then I send the beat back I said punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh Punch that bitch he throwing up my Ak finna fold him up Get that pack then roll it up I smoke like locomotive bruh Bought my bitch range rover then put Gucci on her fabric You know she live high fashion get that pussy real wet with a passion, uh
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