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Small breast pretty face
Beauty at it's best
She say all you think is sex
But that shit cap
All my mind on is a fucking check
Long live dex ima choppa boy
I keep some lethal led
Cuz died with his vest
That thought keep playin in my fuckin head
Wise I play it cause I know this Game ain't bout who shoot the best
Itching the score they just don't know
You never pose show yo hand
It's about who last
Make sure your team straight
If ever go left
Much love for lev
This shit been genuine
Since we first met
On the back kell peds
In doodleville
Jumped in the streets back then
A old gen equipped with a flatback
Only for offense
Still got them semi's
Put up for defense
Forgive me god for sinin
I'll sell my soul before I sell my guns
You crazy man
So tired of dealing with slimy women
Need some fine shit that'sreal Relapsed on pills
Keep telling myself
Don't do that shit again
Lord kno how im feeling
Only thing im sparing
Is the fucking kids
Rushing adraline
When you catch yo man
That's the best feeling
This skully shit hotter than a sklillet
I run with cap peelers
I got the mafia on my side
Like im henry hill
Got real skills
Do tricks up on the dick
Use to be a dancing doll
Her tattoo say
She made in heaven
But she got devil twat
They need to free my x kadaisha She down up on a robbery
45 but its a gen 5
Named it problem solver
My mans kilt her brudda
I dm'ed her she didn't even wanna talk to me
My former potna throwing sublimmals
And he don't think I caught it but He don't know he gone get