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Chop Stars
The Toronto Raptors select Marcus Camden from the University of Massachusetts
Ah!
These are the real Samarovans
Round table meetings with entities that's above your stature
Cut your bottom for the mob and they gon' love you after
Cut over the B.B Simon belt damn it pretty
Big chains hanging like Granley Timmy's
You just would've did if it's the truth to surround me
How much you owe for the pack that influenced the bounty?
I was comfy on my bunk you went through it and counting
It was only taking your fish what you doing to brownie?
Crew solid never with my man's shuffle
Cause one tiny tender in the grand hustle
They think you rich cause the label hot
But your Nimbus is in the red like an old school table box
Jet mag bitches getting fucked now
I'm getting booty cars you get bucked out
In my hand force the shout is busy
Your bitch wore your hoodie to the store they almost shouted
The war's got ends *****
If I'm not your favorite why not *****
I've been repping this shit right *****
I'm making them respect this motherfucking place
I ain't paid an old team ***** to steal next to me yet
Dude it shit the right way
Big G's
Why wouldn't I?
This shit trash no one say you decent
You would never get within social distance of a label meeting
It disgusts me even the newest version
But with every stream purchase the illusions worsened
Meanwhile my nuts all in the model throats
Spitting over the dinners or handships we just fought the ropes
Met for the win I used to full throttle coach
Now the glass flying like a bottle broke
Dark skin domies filling wild orders
Thought they was black for years just like Al Horford
It's my time you ****** know it's here
Paced by the bubble like the playoffs in the coldest gear
What type of bullshit you really on?
Don't make me tell the world about that kiddie porn