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Lil Doomut Lil Doomut

Lil' bitch a yerd, keep tryna' get freaky

Her shit beefy, so it's getting meaty

I got the vision I'ma be on T.V

After I cum, that bitch gotta' leave

Rap like I'm panicking I got to breathe

He living a lie and want me to believe him

I don't trust him it's hard to read him

I'm at the top where it's hard to see 'em

Niggas be weird as hell

He want to beef 'bout a bitch I don't know him

Think he hard, these bitches'll blow him

Want me to perform, ima have to show him

Bullets too fast, they gon' have to slow him

Just like I play sports, I'ma out grow him

Was dissin the dead, now that nigga below 'em

Bro got the tech, he tryna remote him

Just like a blanket, I'm tryna fold him

Throwing the wheel, fucked up my shoulder

Ain't leavin no witness, sorry jehovah

He want smoke, so i'ma dispose 'em

Lil bro caps, thinking he bold

Switch up the flow that shit getting old

Acknowledge the bag, don't acknowledge these hoes

Told her bend over, that's a dead rose

I'm in the back room talking to scarlet

I don't condone in violence, I'm a artist

I started rappin, I heard I'm a target

Let's see who gon make it the farthest

They wasn't fucking with us when we started

Now they want to double back, tryna bargain

Her body oiled down, no margarine

Ready to eat up the dick, she starving

I'm putting dick in her tummy, she want to get freaky

Hit it right, now she act like she need me

When I'm around, she come out the bikini

He think he street, he dreamy

He is not green, cuz I got the beam

On the gun, so I am not missing a thing

Yes it is what it seems

You want to be in the field

You gon' catch one for the team

Lil' bitch a yerd, keep tryna' get freaky

Her shit beefy, so it's getting meaty

I got the vision I'ma be on T.V

After I cum, that bitch gotta' leave

Rap like I'm panicking I got to breathe

He living a lie and want me to believe him

I don't trust him it's hard to read him

I'm at the top where it's hard to see 'em

I'm with some bitches, they tryna get naughty

They do what I say, monarchy

Whole lot of bands tryna' fuck up the party

Whole lot of D'usse, I don't fuck with Bacardi

Whole lot of dead prezi's in the joggers

I'm too official, you a third party

We throw dead niggas in the Marley's

You in the streets, better play it smartly

Like laundry, I'm tryna fold you

You a baby, I ain't gonna hold you

Baby bro he a savage, he gettin too old

He still my lil' bro, I got to mold him

Wolf on the gram, I'ma have to scroll you

No sympathy, shrug my shoulders

Told bro give me the work like a folder

He got clapped, new dead man on that poster (clap clap clap clap clap clap clap)

GLAHH

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Break it down like, Break it down like (Break it down like that!)

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