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What up D-Ray?
When I wake up in the morning and the alarm gets out in the morning
I don't think I'll ever make it out of time
By the time I grab my books and I give myself a look
I'm up in the corner just in time to see the first light
Yeah, it's alright, 'cause I'm saved out of pain (what up, bitch, you know all my shit)
Where you headed? Better have it on before I knock it off your shoulders
He ain't think I have it on me 'til he saw that fuckin' motor
Told that hoe group and I post me if my bitch head is over
I get loaded and smash anything, my ear to granola
Like what you want on my mind when you in the line
I let her skip so I can see it from behind
She turn it wrong like what you doin', I'm tryna be your fuckin' spy
By the night I'm tryna fuck you, instead of askin' what am I sayin'
But I'm a Virgo, she did a couple spins up on her dick like a tornado
You can think I'm pussy 'cause I fuckin' Joe's, go catch a halo
Got a feet like Tino, straight from off the spams, she tryna tango
Got a high frilly pace
So run 'em down the dorm Bad B ball the bitches, niggas sad
Hoes keep askin' for some curd, I ask the bitch, where is your daddy?
Instead of blowin' up my phone, bitch, I'm on plank, you know I'm trappin' (you know I'm trappin')
A.R.P. touched in the front, this bitch lick this like a fool
For me and six out them chopsticks, tryna knock a lot of these noodles
Nigga think you big dogs, nigga goofy
Here pull your bitch a bridge, I'ma teach her how to fuck like I'm a tutor
Head tap, that shit was tragic, metal switch, these ain't the plastic
When I up this fuckin' Drake, I swear to God, you do some nasty
Hol' up, CJ, let me get him, see my dog, man, I had to sick him
And I call my Glock a referee, this big blow like a whistle
Never say you 'bout to bail, you know I be on time
Nigga hatin' on my music, tell a nigga, fall in line
In front of cranks, when I catch your ass, you know you been at fine
Hit you fuckin' with the pumps, bitch, I can't let you waste my time, yeah
Where your headed? Better have it on before I knock it off his shoulders
He ain't think I have it on me 'til he saw that fuckin' motor
Told that hoe you been at postman, my bitch's head is over
I get loaded and smash anything, my ear to granola
Like what you want on my mind, we in the line
I let her skip so I can see it from behind
She turn around like, what you doin'? I'm tryna bend your fuckin' spine
By the night, I'm tryna fuck, she steady ask me where my sign
But I'm a Virgo, she did a couple spins up on her dick like a tornado
You can think I'm pussy 'cause I fuckin' Joe's, go catch a halo
Got a feet like Tino, straight from off the spams, she tryna tango
Got a high frilly pace
So run 'em down the dorm Bad B ball the bitches, niggas sad
Hoes keep askin' for some curd, I ask the bitch, where is your daddy?
Instead of blowin' up my phone, bitch, I'm on plank, you know I'm trappin' (you know I'm trappin')
Bitch, you know I'm trappin', man, stop playing with me, I told you