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Erin Branch
Erin Branch
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Feel like I'm Max Payne I pull up swerving with two pistols My bitch got a black ski mask With a cuban link, with my initials I'm smoking on that good purp In a all white ghost She said I missed you I pulled off quick, gotta' stay lowkey When I swerve off with two pistols Yea I pulled off quick But It ain't no race Can't be late to my show I'm smoking bout' three So much ice on me Feeling like I'm drenched In snow They hating on me Cause they bitch on me, and the coupe be sitting low Running up on me Lay him off his feet, with a toe tag on his toe I am on my grind, I don't got no time For a flaw ass bitch no more When I pull up clean, I don't say a thing She compliment my gold I don't miss no shots, these niggas like crocs I'll leave them with some holes Niggas ride for me, like a M.O.B If you ain't know, now you know I don't trust no bitch, they be choosing shit Got the weed smell on my clothes Ima fuck a bitch In LA Like Bron' I'll pass her to my bro I'm smoking on that good purp I had one blunt, but It felt like four These niggas ain't fucking with me Your bitch want a pic, so I did my pose Pussy boys just now starting Niggas been rapping since 09 I'm stacking up dough I was so damn low Now I'm patient for my time I'm In New York, got two pistols Bitch I feel like I'm True Crime I'm smoking on tree Your bitch want me, but I only fuck with dimes Feel like I'm Max Payne I pull up swerving with two pistols My bitch got a black ski mask With a cuban link, with my initials I'm smoking on that good purp In a all white ghost She said I missed you I pulled off quick, gotta' stay lowkey When I swerve off with two pistols
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