Women calling me papi chulo
Kiss my culo
She eat the dick like it was a churro
Make me duro
I like my chicarons with maduros
Nah I do thou
My b#tch a great dame yours poodle n#gg# toodles
Don’t ask me who you do you think you are? Do your googles
Could tell you ain’t got that much dough, you a strudel
I paint pictures when I spit raps you just doodle
I always knew that I’d be the sh#t you just doodoo
Thats was slightly immature
Give me life when I’m on tour
Women wanna do me like I was a chore
Life a beach but I’m not shore
These are beatsbydre not shure
Beat the p#ss# up until she said she sore
On the road to success put the pedal to the floors
I ain’t perfect my b#tch love me with my flaws
Why you asking questions like you with the forces
In a few months you gone see me in the Forbes
Moving out the trenches
To them picket fences
Made some lucrative investments
I quadrupled it in interest
Now my taste is so expensive
Came a long way from us cyphing on them benches
Had two identities like I was on my Clark Kent sh#t
All my goals I’m getting em done
Tryna hit me over head you must think that I’m dumb
Keep a ruler inside the ruger I stick to my guns
Might have to drop a couple bands just to get me a drum
As you could see I’m just having some fun
Yall the type to put a cnote on a stacks on some ones
Stacking my funds
So it’s stashed for my son
Kush pack in my lungs
Got a razor in the back of my tongue
I’m sharp with it
This that authentic
They taking shots
Well I’m bartending
I’m achilles calfs
They tore the wrong tendon
Trust they gone get it
Thats was over your head
I’m off of my meds
My flow is filthy n#gg#
Y’all just a mess
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