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we coming for you
I m gon rouse ya thoughts, through the floor for him, i m a kick down your door
but i was laid up on the big cash shores
I think i need a fix, i think i need a fix, gram goin to fam court
Few spokes in the range, few spokes in the range
You made it hot, take a couple squares, we coming for you
but i was laid up on the big cash shores
you made it hot
Through the floor for him, spit off the tips
I take a long stroll through the rain, the fuck he hiding for Max-B, fightin child support
Who all for him, i m gon rouse ya thoughts Max-B, llama in the jam sport
That shit was too close to home, i m a kick down your door
Nigga eat a dick, through the floor for him Max-B, through the floor for him
it could ve been me dog
The fuck this nigga at, let the pound go Osama, let the pound go
we coming for you
Who all for him, i m gon rouse ya thoughts
few spokes in the range
We coming for you, the fuck this nigga at
Let the town know i m a pick out the sport, through the floor for him, few spokes in the range
Through the floor for him, few spokes in the range
We coming for you, fightin child support, you made it harder to transport
Who all for him, i take a long stroll through the rain, i m a kick down your door
I m a kick down your door, you made it harder to transport
the fuck this nigga at
we coming for you
fightin child support
Let the pound go, we could probably find his ass hiding in the corner store
That shit was too close to home, but i was laid up on the big cash shores Osama, turn the nigga to million dollar reward for him
spit off the tips
We coming for you, through the floor for him, nigga eat a dick
Spit off the tips, i take a long stroll through the rain
We coming for you, through the floor for him
You made it hot, two totes for the pain
The fuck this nigga at, fightin child support Max-B, llama in the jam sport
But i was laid up on the big cash shores, who all for him Osama, we could probably find his ass hiding in the corner store
i m a kick down your door
But i was laid up on the big cash shores, let the pound go
I take a long stroll through the rain, let the town know i m a pick out the sport Max-B, through the floor for him
two totes for the pain
it could ve been me dog
I m gon rouse ya thoughts, but i was laid up on the big cash shores
Who all for him, turn the nigga to million dollar reward for him, turn the nigga to million dollar reward for him
Let the pound go, i think i need a fix Osama, i m gon rouse ya thoughts
I think everyday about them towers, the fuck he hiding for, the fuck this nigga at
The fuck he hiding for, two totes for the pain, two totes for the pain
Two totes for the pain, spit off the tips, who all for him
gram goin to fam court
Few spokes in the range, two totes for the pain Max-B, you made it harder to transport
I m a kick down your door, spit off the tips, i think i need a fix
Let the pound go, let the town know i m a pick out the sport Osama, we coming for you