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*Verse 1, Soup*
Let me introduce you to this boss shit, Dirty Harry, boss hog shit! Yeah, We dumb as hell, Man drinkin’ in the cockpit
Be with your main bitch, Yeah she makin’ me a sammich, Singing that same shit she’ll pass down to her grand kids
She says, „(Quotes me)Drop it to the floor, make it sexy, bitch touch you up, lick you up, girl you know whats next B”
But she sleazy, Nah, we dont fuck with messy< dont even know why she text me, Askin for a free tee, Best believe she want the DICKKK (Best believe she want the dick..)
*Verse 2, Brando*
Track star on the beat
The emcee in ya cypher with most heat
Make your favorite rappers flow seem weak
Ladies scream Brando
I'm sippin on moscatto
With bad bitch on lap
Straight from Morocco
Yeah, We go them all schemin
All cuz we beamin
It obvious, We're the only thing the girls are seeing
Ain't one to flex
But, You and your homies get checked
First mixtape out
Yeah, We got the respect
Came a long way
From writing on scraps
Now I party with the very daughters of diplomats
Wherever we at
Niggas tip they snapbacks
I don't give a fuck if you do rap
Nigga
You ain't fuckin with my - (Clique)
Verse 3, Siri*
I got two bitches yeah I call em mismatch, black and yellow black and yellow, you ain't with that, now you can't fit that, naw you can't hit that, bring yo bitch around and you might get yo shit snatched, the sickest nigga out, I never need a doctor, but I make a house call like Gamble and Proctor, Pick her up to drop her, I'm a show stopper, smoke a half to myself, the money feels softer, I got nice clothes and a nice chick, I got nice dough and a nice dick, a nice flow and a nice clique, I'm addicted to that nice shit, how low will she go, I don't know I leave it up to my clique
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