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Abel Louis Rives
Abel Louis Rives
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Ain't no time for talkin', ain't no time for flexin I flood my wrist, you know my diamonds, they be dancin I'm with yo' bitch, she in my room and she undressin She eat the dick right off the bone, bitch, with no dressin These niggas fake, they be my clone, bitch, they my specimens That be my bitch, we ride or die, yeah, she my messenger I'm with yo' bitch, I'm with yo' bitch, I know you missin' her She suck my dick and then you kissin' her Teachin' these niggas like I'm the administrator Teachin' these niggas now they wanna listen up Bitch, I was youngest in charge of my class You niggas tottin' them BB guns, bullets ain't even gon' break through some glass Like a school shooter, got guns in my bag, he play it he want it, he get what he said I know some niggas that change for clout These niggas don't know what that fame about Nigga, watch how I run it, I runnin' it back Like a school shooter, got guns in my bag, he play it he want it, he get what he said I know some niggas that change for clout These niggas don't know what that fame about My nigga, when I paint a stain, I'm out Fuck nigga, just get out my way, don't talk My bitch like a condom, way, she steady, stay on cock My bitch, she stay on my My bitch, she stay on my cock when I give her this dick and she say it's a lot Niggas gon' go off the rip when I spit in this bitch, you know it's off the top That nigga ask for a feature, but then when I hear it, I tell him, you suck Nigga, I make this music yeah just for myself You niggas is lucky I'm putting this out You niggas is lucky I ain't for clout Get that money, I stack it up, what I'm about Nigga, you's a bitch, oh wow We already knew that I took his hoe His bitch Go get your boo back Big choppa finna blow, make him move back I ain't know it do that I always keep it on lock On God I pray to, my bro Nigga, no Adam Sandler, I change up my life when I go ahead and click the remote I told that bitch, go home She on my dick like a dog to a bone I wearing all black, but this ain't Rick Owens That nigga look stupid, like, where is he going I switch up my flow cus, I'm back in that mode That nigga wanna play, he gon' get it for sure That chop like a cannon and it finna blow Ain't no time for talking Ain't no time for flexing I flood my wrist, you know my diamonds, they be dancing I'm with your bitch, she in my room and she undressing She eat the dick right off the bone, bitch, with no dressing
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