Reach Out
• Written by FredoMartin
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More money yeah more mula
I am hip-hop/ past, present, and future
12 inch long johnson she gon get hit this rula
only fuck thick bitches/on my dick is twerkin-pallusa
we bust no bazooka
riddin with shoota
semi/ taking aim like a hoopa/ thats envy
niggas gon fear me/ and im never friendly
still betta show respect
cause these empty threats
will have the tech
sprayin down ya neck
d1 boppas fillin up my rosta
real like coke to pheen/ yall just impostas
bitches love acting get this hoe an oscar
dont fuck around we be grippin lamas
man we smoking obama
presidental blunt/ get smoked like osama
dont hit me with that drama
wait till the summa/ see thats when we come up
bank account like a run on sentence / got to much commas
when i die i want a golden casket full of banjamins
you know how we run it/ a younging really with the shit
destine for double m's self made/ wannabe forever rich
yous a simpleton/ niggas sweet like cinnamon
fake like cilicin
make her cum first/ momma taught me to be a gentleman
she might go to church everysunday/ but she aint innocent
she commitin sins/ she stay on the same knees
i fuck she calls out for god/ I say bitch please
she said she wants all of me/ my potassium she swallow
we get so high starting to feel like the skys low
codiene paints the picture so vivid/ we paintin no picasso
but i ball like rando
ass too fat so we parkin them tahoes
no fossil/she got me hard as rock
we at the party she grabbin on my cock___
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homie whatchu thank
she werkin for a tuition/ now its time to break the bank
werkin/ you know she really movin it
aint my girl but you know she on that groupie shit
you know you want it/ so come fuckin get it
portland boys holla if ya with me
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FredoMartin
Member since November 28 2013