Grrah
Gang, gang, gang
Got a baddie that claim she a nurse
When I come around, got the knocks in her purse
Do me grimey, I’m doin’ you worse
When I threw it back, it’s gon’ hit where it hurt
Bend her over, I’m makin’ her squirt
If you play with my nurse, you get put on a shirt
Bend her over, I’m makin’ her squirt
If you play with my nurse, you get put on a shirt
n#gg#s rap but they don’t really live that
Free *shh*, yeah, they know who did that
Free the members, yeah, they gotta sit that
But they go litty on the touch when they gеt back
.45 and that sh#t got a kickback
Beam on the knockers, brodiе tryna spliff that
When we spin, it’s a risk just to get back
Five in the spot, know we gotta flip that
f#ck a fanny bag, man, that sh#t on my body
Say you smokin’ on who? Aight, copy
Have my movies go walk in at lobby
Off the ’42 she tryna top me
Off a bean I might hit her scalate
We not folk, got me feelin’ like Dafi
Not folk, got me feelin’ like
Not folk, got me feelin’
If we on the other side then you know is a basket
Free bro, drillin’ was his passion
I’m on the 4th countin’ up some backends
Chef Bready ain’t get this off rappin’, uh
OA and Chevy, tap in
He got hit in his chest, he was lackin’
Told my suvys turn him to ashes
On bro, we ain’t givin’ no passes
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