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Tap Tap
- Pussy
- Pussy pussy pussy
- Woah
- Bitch I staps
- Pull up on my oops like
- Woah
- Leave an opp cold, like December
- Dont cap
- Bitch leave em out until September
- Okay
- .45 on me, it's a Kimber
- AK knockin' down trees, like timber
- Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her
- Hit the windshield, not the fender
- Givin' out smoke my agenda
- Throw the white flag, they surrender
- All black tux, I'm a businessman
- Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand
- Take the plug off and the middle man
- Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn
- Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman
- 21, your bitch know I been the man
- Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man
- Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
- Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
- Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
- Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
- Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
- Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
- Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
- Body full of scars, face full of tats
- You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
- Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
- Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it
- New Kel Tec put a hun dun in it
- 'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it
- Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin'
- I don't never put women in my business
- Full time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin'
- Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep
- 17 breakin' down a little
- On god
- 18 start sellin' hard with Lil B
- Hundred dollar three five, a whip from D
- Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E
- All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
- Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy)
- Not mine, this bitch for us
- The gang is what I trust
- Straight up
- Don't argue, we don't fuss
- Straight up
- No talkin', he get touched
- Straight up
- I can't smoke my opps
- On god
- 'Cause all my opps is dust
- Pussy
- He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy)
- Open your mouth when I bust
- Suck me up slow, don't rush
- Havin' threesomes is a must
- Straight up
- Hit it from the back and she cussed
- On god
- I put his bitch in the Benz
- She used to ride on the bus
- Damn
- I walk around with them thigh pads
- But I ain't got no yard rushed
- Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
- Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
- Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
- Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
- Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
- Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
- Body full of scars, face full of tats
- You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
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