b#tches with a low ride civic
No, I don’t vibe with it if I can’t fit bovine in it
And I ain’t been talking bout low line women
But the cargo needa fit beef up in it
No grills, no teeth, no grinning
With the buzz saw spinning
When the lock jaw set in
When the boss saw knowledge of the worst came with it
But the thirst made millions so the hurt stayed in it
“Hot m#lfs want my dick in my area” (Nice!)
Yung Reaper
Got flows unmatched like Giza
You in denial if you acting like a non-believer
You picked a fight you couldn’t win and now you fated to go out like Caesar
Head on a pike and his skins hanging in the freezer
Pull-up in all white then i put him on Icе
I got eyes in evеry corner and on every device
And I know I come off a little decisive when I put a mother f#cker right into a crisis
And I tend to find that I’m inclined to pass the time on the nicer side of things but why would I wanna kill the vibe
I have a hard enough time just staying alive but…
I’ll be damned you you think I’d let a f#ckboi play me
Ill be damned if I ever let a b#tch sorbet me
On the gram she was looking like a bombshell
Met her at the hotel looking like a young Tom Brady
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