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(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
This clip can hold
Thirty rounds you can
Hit wit every single
Pow big drip but
I'm not watered down
Don't give no lip
You are not allowed
Louisiana shrimp and grits
Order out this bottle
Of prosecco bout to
Run out free the
Brodies can't wait til
They get out at
Least they got a
Release date to announce
I'm jiggy like jigga
Reasonable doubt I just
Turned down a pound
At the trap house
They put all of
The breesh in a
Trash bag need my
Tree to choke a
Smoker just like a
UFC tap out I
Got it mapped out
It was difficult at
The beginning like running
A comb through a
Fro pullin naps out
Had to back out
The scissors and stab
Down played the center
For a sack did
Em foul you was lackin
Wit the wrong crowd
Had to hit em
Wit the people's eyebrow
Then proceed to lay
The smack down got
My hotter than a
Miami Heat NBA draft
Round bout to milk
The nipple let it
Leak out wrote it
Poetic this not a
Freestyle loud light it
To silence everything around
So quiet I don't
Wanna hear a sound
Run a nigga out
His own house slow
Creeping bumpin James Brown
Since it's so much of
A man's world let
That man cook if
He hell bound
This clip can hold
Thirty rounds you can
Hit wit every single
Pow big drip but
I'm not watered down
Don't give no lip