Connection wifisfuneral
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[Verse]
Ayy, used to drink so much mudd, I mudd walk
Ayy, fuck a rider with a pop
Better yet I just hit the plug like, "Say wassup"
Ayy, I don't place for the blunt
Peep my steez, lil bitch, like peep my drip
Ayy, this ain't no shit
Ooh, got to pop my soul, I lose bad, Glock .45 my tool, man
Ayy, stabbed in the back, sneaky bitches from the net
Fuck nigga best grab a two liter tech
'Cause ho, oh, yes this bitch stretched
Ayy, oh yes, this bitch stretched
Listen I was ducked down from depression
Now my heart fell from my chest
And if I sell, it must be honest
I was tossed from an abyss
I got the crust of your bitch lips up on my dick, no counterfeit
In LA was stuck in traps, now I got 12 thousand on my fist
Toss up that dick, watch her juggle it, uh
Walked in, I made it uncomfortable, uh
Your career simply a steppin' stool, uh
Playin' like chess, when she bend and move, ooh
I can get lost in the groove, I'm known to dead out the moon
I'm risin' dead with the moon, can't see my flesh what is you?
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
Ayy, used to drink so much mudd, I mudd walk
Ayy, fuck a rider with a pop
Better yet I just hit the plug like, "Say wassup"
Ayy, I don't place for the blunt
Peep my steez, lil bitch, like peep my drip
Ayy, this ain't no shit
Ooh, got to pop my soul, I lose bad, Glock .45 my tool, man
Ayy, stabbed in the back, sneaky bitches from the net
Fuck nigga best grab a two liter tech
'Cause ho, oh, yes this bitch stretched
Ayy, oh yes, this bitch stretched
Listen I was ducked down from depression
Now my heart fell from my chest
And if I sell, it must be honest
I was tossed from an abyss
I got the crust of your bitch lips up on my dick, no counterfeit
In LA was stuck in traps, now I got 12 thousand on my fist
Toss up that dick, watch her juggle it, uh
Walked in, I made it uncomfortable, uh
Your career simply a steppin' stool, uh
Playin' like chess, when she bend and move, ooh
I can get lost in the groove, I'm known to dead out the moon
I'm risin' dead with the moon, can't see my flesh what is you?
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
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