Baby don’t play me
I’m clay but don’t shape me up
Très G hazy bud tasted in my sippy cup
Full lace me up for racing
My face twisted
Make you trip
And your pace switch up
Takes me month
To make a tape
Cause I skip the mud
Face me upfront
Personal space means nothing
When you got what I want
First till the eighth of the month
We stomping taking the funds
We often hate to run
Don’t take me for some
Reject
My deadly effects
Leave you wanting to pay respects
But I can detect
The fake in your step
And so I’m making you wet
Without bullets it’s sweat
You chump dump me the debt
Quit wasting breath
Tasting death surely
Secure me the currency
Certainly my first preference
But if you got a f#cking death wish
I can grant I hand plant this maggot
And dance ran through the bag again
After him me swim up stream
And up stream your content
Onscreen so obscene
You need a breather
Hot is Peter
How is he not
You got deleted
Treated like a comment
You don’t like
Upon your blog this evening
You need to stop leaning
You need to start learning
It ain’t always easy
But sh#t
It’s called f#cking earning
My fire never stop burning
My world will never stop turning
Not concerned with your squirming
You worth what you give
And you not worthy
Burn him
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