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six speed floor
sixteen doors
i got sixteen wh0res
i need sixteen more
heard them n+ggas talking that sh+t
man i don’t give a f+ck
don’t need your pity bucks
we done f+cked around turned the whole city up
heard your life look sh+tty bruh
probably wrote this suckin on a titty huh
everyday sum different
get off of your ass & lets get it
do the dash & go rack up them digits
i smoke pack while you smokin that midget
i really am with it
my bank account know i’m committed
my n+gga my pockets look fat
and my b+tch got a figure
if he poppin a flight then i’m poppin a jigga
b+tch i’m way too high can’t pose for a picture
good vibes in the sky
pray i f+ck on her sister and after i hit her
i act like i miss her so i can go flex on a n+gga
had to go changе up my life so i can take care of my n+ggas
off whitе on a flight
b+tch i got options and triggers
good gas for the night
please do not pass me no swishers
please do not pass me no swishers
six speed floor
sixteen doors
i got sixteen wh0res
i need sixteen more
had to crack the seal on a fanta just to pour
double cup
double blunts
built like ford
and i’m probably wearing sh+t that you probably can’t afford
oh my lord
we smoke green like a chore
pack after pack
got ten sacks like i’m oar
if you gon cap bout your cash you can’t score
you can’t
f+ck ay f+ck ay
we don’t give a f+ck n+gga
f+ck ay f+ck ay
we don’t f+ck with f+ck n+ggas
f+ck ay f+ck ay
i don’t give a f+ck n+gga
f+ck ay f+ck ay
we don’t f+ck with f+ck n+ggas
f+ck ay f+ck ay
i don’t give a f+ck n+gga
f+ck ay f+ck ay
we don’t f+ck with f+ck n+ggas
f+ck ay f+ck ay
i don’t give a f+ck n+gga
f+ck ay f+ck ay
we don’t f+ck with f+ck n+ggas
you either pick a side or don’t say nothing
because i’m get em when that day come
yeah i get stripes but i take one
my soda darker than a1
that’s your b+tch she ain’t say nothing
your plug playing he can keep the loot
imma go broke trying to send the troops
lace the blunt the like navy blues
he was laying down we can take his shoes
blowing pink like a bag of skits
everybody hatin my name chris
they tried to run off on some tragic sh+t
you can never play me for a jitt n+gga
because you ain’t nothing but a b+tch n+gga
i would take yo sh+t
she a triple b big booty b+tch n+gga
he so scared he ain’t doing sh+t
i’ll take his big sister real crisp
the words soft like a bag of satin
these versace’s not john maddens
i call plays like phil jackson
f+ck yo b+tch and ask what happened
sh+t mane i don’t even know
sh+t mane i don’t even know
i don’t know
i don’t even know mane
i swear to god mane
i don’t even moths f+ckin know boy
she a freak hoe
she was coming throwing neck
left and right at the team
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she crazy with it
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