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Sure thing
Yea Skeamz Shoutout Miguel
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Got beef marinate dem, assalam alaikum
Pigs fuckin hate dem, fry dem like bacon
Masked like Jason, judge court case em
Bitch ya put me on trial and I’ll replace ya
Got the cigarillo, I got the maryjane
Tuck it in for bed mane, burn it like its propane BANG
Nigga got game put the ster after the gang
Nigga took ya chain lame nigga dats a shame
Make you feel the pain Lois Lane no novacane
So wet she pop the thang you would swear dat it just rained
Bend you like a crane but a nigga never came
Love me on restrain cause I didn’t know ya name
Blowin fat pack in my track graveyard
Click clack rappers not from my repertoire
Slide me yo bitch like she was a credit card
Pockets so fat call it my body guard
Pill popper and I’m a smoker
Off the pill she’s a loaded super soaker
Gimmie hard head swear I had a stroke bruh
Dick stand tall bust like a king cobra
Cut her cherry pie ice cream on her thighs
Know pussy Ala Mode make her roll back her eyes
North Pole cold guys Saint Nick in the ride
Dat pussy chastised wet my dick baptized
Shorty fine at her prime, call dat girl whitewine
I be ballin overtime keep these bitches on my line
God gimmie a sign written on her behind
I lost my mind and it ain’t easy to find
Finessing know I’m the best and now you undressing, and
Confessing shit bout your ex and kinda depressing, he was
Messing around and texting and you were stressing
Impressive you got to steppin now Phily you caressing
What the fuck you think it was
Now you hooked on my drug
You can call dat shit love
But I got it from my plug
I just do’s what I does
Pulling money out the mud
Tatt me up just cause
A nigga fly like a dove
Skeamz so trill like for real know the deal
Bitch in high heels I’m gon drill till oil spill
Eat dat pussy last meal breathe out my gills
This beat no lie I killed so read the will bitch
Yea yea yea Catch Up
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