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supreme.racks and rowdy mula - full to the brim lyrics

i’m in my bag no straps i’m feeling bad no cap wait to go home then i trap i just sent the cubans back we move fast when you lack we don’t do sprints we run laps with the ak you go splat i do sh-t that you can’t track imma just do it regardless i took a sip of that hard sh-t full to the brim i feel darkness 300 strong like a spartan i can’t deal with you be fake problems say it to my face this a mark that you can’t trace when it happens save the date i need to think pulling hair out on the sink big dubs i need a drink where’s the plug i need some ink feel like the boys of dunbar came far my heart can’t take no more i had to flow so i left you alone but you still blow up my phone i keep a tunnel vision you’re the one i’m missing baby if you listen we can reminisce and hit the michael jackson they don’t want the action shoot with no comp-ssion is that what you asking driving fast lights behind is flashing super speed hope we never crashing good performance but no one was clapping (yuh)
i be posted on blocks dolie just busting up chops stack up watch out for the cops thieves on my body i’m hot say no names if i’m locked i been through the locks i remember i was popped now my pockets getting knocked i get to the guap and a treesh giving top she suck us off right in the spot she offa the mott and you know how we come up we see all the gunnas we hit up his mans too then we aim with the ackey ran rickey n-gg- pick it up then shoot i just be balling i get to the smoke smoke dope and be higher than the d-mn moon i walk in the store i’m like f-ck all the prices i cop and then buy her the fit too but it’s back to the money i call up the plug he gon bring it right to me we gon aim for his tummy die4s he falls we gon bunny i just be dead like a mummy if shooters pull up leave you dead like a mummy free the guys n-gg-s love to talk bro no hezi if a n-gg- move funny we were pistol packing never catch me lacking you saw me in traffic you don’t know what happened you n-gg-s capping you dont want no action why ya b-tch calling me she love the fashion i’m going with ya b-tch getting becky tell the opp n-gg-s please do not text me hit a lick and you not -aye you not ready only gang i’m a split in the fendi (gang)

- supreme racks and rowdy mula lyrics

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