Niggas are so loose they got no bite like Where's the muscle, you got to cap to make it Big is that the hustle, you f*cked the bag the Profit backwards Wilson Russle, you got to Cap to make it big, you really got no tussle, Choppy with this shit
Separate, you see it clearly, popped the F*cking bag, slept two years and now they
Fear me, niggas get the envious thoughts, now They feel me, the secret to the method
Mmm, ya feel me, I'm extra with the shit, you Cannot sit even near me, I like to talk clearly
On the mic, that way you hear me, listen gotta State it, it's only God that I'm fearing
Man I feel like I'm Jesus, I'm looking down Over peering, yo bitch boy, matter fact
A loose leaf, you try to shoot a shot, but ain't Shoot a thing, I speak for all the people
Who can't really speak, sitting on the gaming Chair, ain't selling a thing, I push out the
F*cking packs like I'm selling dreams, you can't Compare me to yourself, Mr. Clean, talk
About he bout to arch her back, that's the Wrong question, man let's talk about this
Pape, I got a phone suggestion, do not got my
ZA, hell yeah, I'm gonna face this shit
Yo mans ZA, got you f*cking tweaking, think He laced that shit, remember this
Fritorackzz, I got the packs and I can't post Them, my snap got deleted, matter fact
Can you post them, tripping through this bitch, Clear the part, I got the dental floss
Interceptor slow, cut the lights, you see me Taking off, speaking of the haters, got em all
I just shake em off, she says she love my voice, Grab the panties then I take em off
Flying saucer, coupes, bitch we're so hot, got The Jake's involved, insufficient funds at your bank
Got the chase appalled, been getting off Through this bitch, since before I crawled
Bitch been all on my dick, but she can't take it All
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Niggas are so loose they got no bite like Where's the muscle, you got to cap to make it Big is that the hustle, you f*cked the bag the Profit backwards Wilson Russle, you got to Cap to make it big, you really got no tussle, Choppy with this shit
Separate, you see it clearly, popped the F*cking bag, slept two years and now they
Fear me, niggas get the envious thoughts, now They feel me, the secret to the method
Mmm, ya feel me, I'm extra with the shit, you Cannot sit even near me, I like to talk clearly
On the mic, that way you hear me, listen gotta State it, it's only God that I'm fearing
Man I feel like I'm Jesus, I'm looking down Over peering, yo bitch boy, matter fact
A loose leaf, you try to shoot a shot, but ain't Shoot a thing, I speak for all the people
Who can't really speak, sitting on the gaming Chair, ain't selling a thing, I push out the
F*cking packs like I'm selling dreams, you can't Compare me to yourself, Mr. Clean, talk
About he bout to arch her back, that's the Wrong question, man let's talk about this
Pape, I got a phone suggestion, do not got my
ZA, hell yeah, I'm gonna face this shit
Yo mans ZA, got you f*cking tweaking, think He laced that shit, remember this
Fritorackzz, I got the packs and I can't post Them, my snap got deleted, matter fact
Can you post them, tripping through this bitch, Clear the part, I got the dental floss
Interceptor slow, cut the lights, you see me Taking off, speaking of the haters, got em all
I just shake em off, she says she love my voice, Grab the panties then I take em off
Flying saucer, coupes, bitch we're so hot, got The Jake's involved, insufficient funds at your bank
Got the chase appalled, been getting off Through this bitch, since before I crawled
Bitch been all on my dick, but she can't take it All
Separate, you see it clearly, popped the F*cking bag, slept two years and now they
Fear me, niggas get the envious thoughts, now They feel me, the secret to the method
Mmm, ya feel me, I'm extra with the shit, you Cannot sit even near me, I like to talk clearly
On the mic, that way you hear me, listen gotta State it, it's only God that I'm fearing
Man I feel like I'm Jesus, I'm looking down Over peering, yo bitch boy, matter fact
A loose leaf, you try to shoot a shot, but ain't Shoot a thing, I speak for all the people
Who can't really speak, sitting on the gaming Chair, ain't selling a thing, I push out the
F*cking packs like I'm selling dreams, you can't Compare me to yourself, Mr. Clean, talk
About he bout to arch her back, that's the Wrong question, man let's talk about this
Pape, I got a phone suggestion, do not got my
ZA, hell yeah, I'm gonna face this shit
Yo mans ZA, got you f*cking tweaking, think He laced that shit, remember this
Fritorackzz, I got the packs and I can't post Them, my snap got deleted, matter fact
Can you post them, tripping through this bitch, Clear the part, I got the dental floss
Interceptor slow, cut the lights, you see me Taking off, speaking of the haters, got em all
I just shake em off, she says she love my voice, Grab the panties then I take em off
Flying saucer, coupes, bitch we're so hot, got The Jake's involved, insufficient funds at your bank
Got the chase appalled, been getting off Through this bitch, since before I crawled
Bitch been all on my dick, but she can't take it All
Writer: Frito Rackz
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