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Paper tag, we burn rubber

Yeen talm bout nun Yeen caught no body

New bitch eerday of summer

That bitch been bad but she just got the body

When this shit come in, everything get divided

He just got out but he still swing the iron

Hope I ain't never gotta face my karma

Cause the shit i did prolly blow yo mind

My dawg got pinned hope he beat his trial

My Lil dawg mug he ain't got no smile

I told my young niggas sit back be cool rap gone work but they still be wilden

These niggas be running off with my shit

These niggas my sons i mines well file em

They see they spinnen

They mine as well go to jimmy Fallon all that got damn clowning

I'm putting shit up every got damn thousand

On Northside drive came from public housing

Bad bitch got no choice but eat dick

Won't even fuck she got to much mileage

Red bitch tryna watch her calories

Ass fat she just eat salad

Got nun else to do I left the mall day shift might fuck up magic

Hol up

First thing I do when I wake up

I roll up

In the club with sleep everybody throwing 4's up

She ain't never met no nigga colder

Fuck around put a nigga ass on the poster

If her head fye i'm putting her ass on the roster

My side bitch ain't nun

So my main bitch to coach her

I'm catch my plays at the box now nigga I came a long way from trapping on the corner

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