Bro
What up?
Where are you?
f#ck you at?
You sound ’bout it as f#ck
I’m about to go home, I’m tryna, I’m tryna go to you, can I?
I ain’t even at the house right now
So when are you gonna be at your house?
I don’t know, in a minute
Okay, I’m just gonna go home, I guess
I just want the blue cheese and a thousand dollars
b#tch, you want me to punch you b#tch, you wildin’, wildin’
Man, I want a clover [?], b#tch, it’s crowded, crowded
Unless you Master P-in’, b#tch, you ’bout it, ’bout it
Shawty #ss a squirter, that’s a talent, talent
King size beds was a pilin’, pilin’
Even in kindergarten, I wasn’t tattle tellin’
I ain’t generous, I’m not Ellen Ellen
Life is sweet, n#gg# love watermelon
I got green and I put it on your melon
Badass lil’ n#gg# on the corner sellin’
Young n#gg# hungry, got that mornin’ belly
n#gg# gettin’ money, don’t matter what you sellin’
Tell ’em you a pimp, get some dog repellent
Shorty got some time for my informant tellin’
Baby bro like get to me, n#gg#, I’m gon’ sell it
Baby bro gotta take it over and be smarter with it
And I’m smokin’ on that musty, call me [?]
I been left my chain in wrist, talk to a bunch b#tches
You can get your gyro, n#gg#, no [?]
At your head, no Medusa-dusa
You know I be with gorillas, n#gg#, ooga-ooga
Even when I’m by myself, I’m a [?] knocker
Pulled up shittin’ on a n#gg#, dooka-dooka
I know I ain’t gotta do it, but I’m a pistol tota
Just in case the opps see me, be like there go Sosa
Got a war, the cops on me like, “Let’s go, Sosa”
“What the f#ck you was just doin’ up in Mexico, Sosa?”
Shorty said, “When the last time you been to Chicago, Sosa?”
She like, “When the f#ck you gon’ stop smokin’ that petrol, Sosa?”
She like, “You smokin’ gas, but first it was that red stuff, Sosa”
She like, “You ridin’ foreigns, but first it was the Metro, Sosa”
Ayy
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