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d lew - d lew no hook pt 1 lyrics

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alright now i’m finna get on this b+tch and start hollin cause n+ggas…n+ggas thought i couldn’t rap (on god)

so…so we finna run this sh+t ight (yeah)

(ight) (look) (yeah)

okay i’m rolling sh+t
to busy looking for condolences

i’m in my own lane like bowling pins i’m going in
about time that i make the f+ck n+ggas notice it

i been beating on the p+ssy like a bongo
i keep a nine in my lap no rondo

im a goat i can read wit my eyes close
and when i’m f+ckin on your b+tch it’s a high note

hold on..

you ain’t never heard a flow like this
i been switching up the drip like a light switch

seen the sh+t before it happen like a psychic
you can never ever ever speak about what i did
sh+t

baggin offers ,buying drip no matter what it’s costing

diamonds shining even when i’m flossing
catching hoes in clutch im randy mossin

hold the f+ck up b+tch the check is calling
k!llin p+ssy got her in the slaughter

no new friends and i just hit his daughter
sh+t on haters got em staring harder

wait….

i just got a big gadget spy kids

go ahead and place the nut on her eyelids

im a different breed a motherf+cking hybrid

lemme sit down let me talk sh+t

i’m go ahead and speak about what i did

i jumped on i was flowing like a g+nius

in another planet feel like im in venus

yo b+tch stalking on my page she be tweaking

old b+tches hit my phone they dreaming

tryna hop my wave they be seeking

old boyfriends get dropped they leaking

now i got hoe mad she be tweeting

n+ggas under cover like a meerkat

ass fake but its moving and its still fat

n+ggas snaking for the cheese who the real rat?

b+tch n+gga i’m a lion you a field cat

you be acting like you toting where the real gat
you keep talking out your neck bring the real mack

n+ggas talking bout the bag where the real pack

i’m a goat i’m a legend in the making

flowing cold k!lling sh+t feel like jason

in the vette i be speeding i be racing

top spot got em nervous got em pacing

ice cold neck froze i’m anemic

i’m the one that yo b+tch always meeting

she on my meat when you ask her is she cheating

i said it once n+gga i can not repeat it

i’m allergic to snakes so i’m sneezing

i be running to the bag getting commas

i’m on my presidential sh+t i’m feeling like obama

sd be the gang you know where to find us

i’m a k!lla to the this beat call me jeffery dahamer

k!lling sh+t, 40 on me ain’t no need to grip

n+gga no i am not a k!ller ,but got n+ggas who is with the sh+ts

listen…

why you all up on the net pistol jacking

but you steady tucking fade you be capping

hit em up for the addy when it happen

now he snitching to the opps got me laughing

i just stuck him at the light caught him lacking

his last minute of the fame n+gga trash it

n+gga talking bout the gang he can have it

poof make his ass disappear like its magic

b+tch!

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