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Fuck
nigga
call
him
again
I
need
all
of
them
grams
These
niggas
thought
it
was,
man
This
yo
mans
not
my
friend
Fuck
nigga
follow
the
gram
Or
the
snap
if
you
can
Lets
make
a
play
like
i
planned
Shopped
now
all
of
them
fans
Fuck
nigga
follow
up
man
I
got
all
of
these
grams
We
got
the
bubble
guts
man
Passing
gas
through
the
clan
Bitch
we
got
more
than
runtz,
man
Come
and
cop
it
i'm
sayin'
And
bitch
i
dont
trade
nuts
for
grams
Thats
like
backward
hustling
And
then
i
Wake
up,
pick
up
line,
ima
come
yo
way
i'm
on
mine
I
don't
want
yo
pen.
bitch
i
roll
up
again,
I
cop
about
a
nine
g
quad
from
an
old
friend
Then
i
roll
up
again,
then
i
roll
up
again
Then
i
hang
up
on
that
guy
that
aint
tryna
cop
blowing
my
high
Head
back
to
the
land
cook
up
some
beats
with
the
fam
Then
i
realize
i'm
fucking
fried,
excuse
my
french,
but
like
pans
Then
i
take
a
fucking
chance
with
my
freedom
god
damn
Then
i
Hit
a
lick
with
bro
for
at
least
453
gs
and
uh
Hit
niggas
w
blick
Tell
them
to
run
they
shit,
get
on
they
knees
and
uh
Which
get-rich-quick
scheme
is
better
than
motherfuckin
this
Niggas
gota
itch,
Niggas
gota
pitch
ideas
to
make
it
out
the
motherfuckin
sitch
Times
get
really
real
really
quick!
really?
no
shit!
I
continue
to
bang
loud
hits.
give
a
fuck
i
got
window
tents
I
continue
not
to
pick
all
willy
nilly
like
yo
fit
I
continue
to
hang
with
my
niggas.
give
a
fuck
about
Willie
Lynch
I'm
just
tryna
live
bruh.
most
livings
don't
have
you
living
bruh
Yeah
be
a
dog
but
don't
let
em
bitch
ya
I
just
try
to
switch
it
up
they
thinkin'
they
can
predict
ya
Hell
naw,
brain
on
some
shit
they
can't
depict
ugh
I
feel
like
i
gota
work
harder
than
all
of
these
niggas
I
dont
wanna
be
a
working
ass
father
working
for
some
mister
I
aim
high,
my
dreams
a
little
larger.
hoping
i
don't
miss
And
then
i
fall
asleep
my
body
need
to
charge
up.
Ugh
and
then
i
Wake
up,
pick
up
line,
ima
come
yo
way
i'm
on
mine
I
don't
want
yo
pen.
bitch
i
roll
up
again,
Cop
about
a
nine
g
quad
from
an
old
friend
Then
i
roll
up
again,
then
i
roll
up
again
Then
i
hang
up
on
that
guy
that
aint
tryna
cop
blowing
my
high
Head
back
to
the
land
cook
up
some
beats
with
the
fam
Then
i
realize
i'm
fucking
fried,
excuse
my
french,
but
like
pans
Then
i
take
a
fucking
chance
with
my
freedom
god
damn
Bitch
watch
out
you
cappin!
nigga
watch
out
you
lacking
I
just
walked
in
fuck
happenin',
yea
im
late
in
fashion
Fuck
a
teacher
call
me
sir.
school
these
niggas
surpass
em
Cant
be
passive
aggressive.
bitch
im
aggressive
with
passion
I
lost
my
mind
but
thats
a
no
brainer
Normal
day
end
up
a
come
up.
some
zips
in
a
container
She
on
my
dick
then
she
on
his
dick.
we
pass
her
we
dont
train
her
Told
me
she
dont
know
how
to
suck
dick
i
guess
ima
have
to...
aye
Its
all
a
joke.
we
all
laugh
at
whats
real
in
some
manner
If
you
broke
and
you
mad
you
should
get
green
like
banner
I
just
hope
you
dont
make
bad
decisions
like
make
bread
to
hand
her
Cus
when
i
stroke
her
shit
she
look
back
and
say
it
might
expand
her
She
like
my
steez,
she
like
my
steez
cus
im
the
beez
neez
hoe
Hows
these
b's
knees
though?
nonstop
she
deep
throat
Yea
i
had
to
see
though.
like
a
fucking
peephole
But
sadly
she
creep
hoe,
a
radio
head
and
a
weirdo
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