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Rashad Stephens
Rashad Stephens
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My young na, he a demon, keep 30 on em tucked inside his Palm Angels Homie fresh out of jail, had to post bail, tryn keep it calm, ain't you Them ones fall in the club, got them ns eatin' all out your palm, ain't you I eat it up, make it wet, devil in a dress, and she rockin' Palm Angels I done watched you play it cool, gotta keep it solid, see you goin' through it Na down bad, grab da stick & mask, try to tell em don't do it Old games, they ain't new to me, can't live a lie that ain't true to me Might group text my old hoes, ask them bitches what they do to me He ain't no killer', he ain't stretch' nobody, Yeah, he ain't kill' nobody Fuck these hoes, we don't stress nothin' bout em, Yeah, we don't stress nothin' bout em I'm poppin' molly & im rocking tom ford, Say hello to that pussy like bonjour Ain't got a cape, I don't save hoes, I fell in love with the pesos Fed raided the spot, Gotta lay low, Death tried to give me a beso Won't let him give me a halo, Won't let him give me a halo I was just low & ah drop at Lennox, Memeber when, I had no pot to piss in Now its Gustavi Belts when I'm poppin' it My young na, he a demon, keep 30 on em tucked inside his Palm Angels Homie fresh out of jail, had to post bail, tryn keep it calm, ain't you Them ones fall in the club, got them ns eatin' all out your palm, ain't you I eat it up, make it wet, devil in a dress, and she rockin' Palm Angels My young na, he a demon, keep 30 on em tucked inside his Palm Angels I eat it up, make it wet, devil in a dress, and she rockin' Palm Angels Remember we spent the scene clean, we made it messy I had to walk with the devil to count all my blessings I ain't got time for the textin', just pull up, we sexin We know for killin' the messenger, don't send a message They hide the knife in the back so they front when they smile in ya face She told me, Daddy, you know you a star, should get you a wraith Ain't gon' lie, shit ain't straight, ain't got time, I can't wait I'm outside, shit ain't safe, they gon' ride if I say My young na, he a demon, keep 30 on em tucked inside his Palm Angels Homie fresh out of jail, had to post bail, tryn keep it calm, ain't you Them ones fall in the club, got them ns eatin' all out your palm, ain't you I eat it up, make it wet, devil in a dress, and she rockin' Palm Angels
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