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Problem feat. Glasses Malone
Hell, my turn on real content to death yeah I'ma return that real, death to all that sucker shit love women fuck a bitch chain out don't tuck my shit 'cause ain't nigga gonna touch my shit what? bitch bounce that ass for me forty bottles just came in bitch get that glass from me 'cause I'm grippin at top on the hoe damn everything on the top of the hoe girl you bout to fill more cum booze tell em all I gotta stop at the stole 'cause I need more papers, more condoms two bomb I'm so Sodom, no ass I'm so problem real niggas I show got em and they right here with me yeah change sparkle I'll be with me all the share mother fucker my kidneys but I'ma turn up till got come get me
What? I need more drug, I need more bitches yeah, I need more drugs, need more bitches yeah, I need more drugs, I need more bitches and I ain't gotta say money my dear 'cause it's clear that is already here like what? I'ma take thins thing to another level I'm guessing they got my foot on the fucking pedal I'm a fucking rebel, yeah I'm finish like two pot hit me, five times though I'ma get every man to cruise rock from real what, yeah game that's all I know 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 huh money and cush is all I blow
then I spit it up pretty boy shit I G'd it up so my shit I read it up.read enough nigga it's my time I don't believe in luck unless it's bad nigga that's my fam diamond lane squat bangin you might wanna come when my squat hangin you probably wanna come when you fuck with me but no baby I don't fuckin free so Yeah I hope niggas don't start, start to hangin what? 'cause it's probably gonna be follow by. yeah, and I ain't really try fuck my vacation but if it's only money it gonna be the only thing that I start chasin huh, real nigga just stand up you're feeling yourself when you squat nigga put your hands up what? you got a few dollars you're gonan fuck nigga put them bands up and ti start drummin the on to the side that start plumin, plumin plumin huh, yeah hell I'm bout that life what, don't cross me boy I'm bout that crife when my sew is. my loss yeah that's mother fucking moly ain't no joke yeah come fill ti all on my insides, kind of like bitch she fall it let it nigga inside ash tight em .me high I ain't tryin got me slow though mami say I'm so fly, baby I already know so Diamond like liquor stars it's OTL that's fuck
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