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J Antwun Evitt
J Antwun Evitt
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Anthony Montgomery
Anthony Montgomery
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I'm always due for a warm up Aye, aye Speaker knockers, ain't no Rico story I'm livin' comfy, ballin' hard Feelin' like I'm Hari, brother on the yard Laws tapped in so he can't tell the whole story I don't fuck with niggas, they ain't never been there for me I ain't gon' say I was neglected, but I struggled since the shorty Now all the diamonds in my necklace, half you niggas can't afford it Feelin' secret animosity, got somethin' for the sort it Now they peepin' my velocity and mad I ain't abort it Uh, yeah, I don't wanna be a player no more But I ain't simpin' for these bitches, they be trippin' and expectin' that's a trick on em I was down but now I'm up, do my shit on em Team down, don't lift em up, we gon' shit on em Nado3 poppin' out that cut, put that clip on em He said for a couple bucks, he a zip homie I pulled straight cash, told him get on em Ayy, speakin' lockers, ain't no Rico story I'm livin' comfy, ballin' hard, feelin' like I'm Hari, brother on the yard Laws tapped in so he can't tell the whole story I don't fuck with niggas, they ain't never been there for me I ain't gon' say I was neglected, but I struggled since the shorty Now all the diamonds in my necklace, half you niggas can't afford it Feelin' secret animosity, got somethin' for the sort it Now they peepin' my velocity and mad I ain't abort it Uh, hey, look, I got hella plans on takin' over Somewhere in an undisclosed location, pourin' drank and soda I don't keep no leash on none of my bitches, hella spots like Mocha Pop the top and make him kick the can like it's Coca-Cola Switch the vibe, I'm in my lane, niggas switchin' sides Startin' to think these motherfuckers fruity, how they get for pride Keep it in my pocket when I pull it, it's a homicide Call my sister up if any bitch wanna get out of line Catch a coffin, catchin' bodies, bitch, I'm ready mossin Passin' out the shots, come to collect, but we in A-Loftin Receivin' packs and makin' moves, I feel like T. Austin Bumpin' his gums on the track, but it ain't no talkin Catch him walkin', then I off him Ian takin loses So many ideas on the board, I'ma gone and chalk em' Tryin' to get them lines inside the small grooves I'm really flossy Wanna be my bitch and flip the switch, but we ain't fuckin often I can't do that, baby, I'm on my shit, I'm pushin' P, I thought you knew that, baby Can't stick around, I gotta move, I gotta get this paper Get to the green, I feel like yoda gotta keep a saber
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