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Man, that shit crazy man Nine toes more than one, one more than nine toes Ten -- ten toes down to, to the ground Their chest red like headwear that wolf tear Tantrum, we pop trunk, they break dance Okay we still cool but high stress High school, I was sweet, I'm now less Ain't shit sweet I am him, I am flesh One more than nine toes when ground press This rap ain't short fling, I'm more blessed Big rap, le petit, please talk less Rapture, I pray cool, my heart clear Mic check, then read check, I'm nice here All joke, I'm still broke, the light bill Bank low, wear ski mask, you die here This mic, 16 knives to molehills Don't play like bone sprain in both heels Tell label blank check, I need deal My name, you grow cold, you uh Look, hop out the coop End of the month, nigga you gotta move End of the pump, either we die or you Fifteenth of month, we the nicest of Dudes Socioeconomy, counting my loot Cripple a nigga, cause water was due That man had momma, but shit, you do too Put God on dollar, but poison the youth Their chest red like headwear that wolf tear Tantrum, we pop trunk, they break dance Okay we still cool but high stress High school, I was sweet, I'm now less Ain't shit sweet I am him, I am flesh One more than nine toes when ground press This rap ain't short fling, I'm more blessed Big rap, le petit, please talk less Their chest red like headwear that wolf tear Tantrum, we pop trunk, they break dance Okay we still cool but high stress High school, I was sweet, I'm now less Ain't shit sweet I am him, I am flesh One more than nine toes when ground press This rap ain't short fling, I'm more blessed Big rap, le petit, please talk less
Writer(s): Mubarak Brunnt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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