Shoot till the gun get hot betta not stop im inna trap trynna get to the Guap how he know my name that nigga a cop he was shooting wit rari now he live on fox sosa the nigga the nigga u not bullets come spicy these bitches be hot she think im in love well bitch im not
Trynn go for the dunk like it's nba jam lil bitch a freak let me f*ck ha on cam sellin the white girl im
Callin it Sam im takin his money that nigga Ham we got dirty cash man f*ck Uncle Sam that boy is a bitch take the gun out his hand we going to war it feel like Iran he hearing bombs that dumb nigga ran pop me a blue or maybe a tan ima hot boy think I need me a fan she getting neeky tryn f*ck inna van she grabbing the 40 she think it's my man remember them days going half onna gram that boy is a bitch do it for the gram we inna chop this big shit a lamb opp bitch throw the oop ima go for the slam
I'm onna right Osama onna left I feel like a father giving niggas belt it was sum days Ian have no help jumped imma water turned to Micheal Phelps he tough he was cold bullets made em melt switch im off the green can't find no tris don't ask me bout hoes that's not my bitch can't wait till the day that I'm finally rich I'm f*cking the thotties can't lie imma trick buy mommy a house she can't even trip im buying it off Ian paying no rent we going camping might need us a tent he doa we don't do no attempts he tried to run but the bitches come quick
Ima hot boy think I need me a fan
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Shoot till the gun get hot betta not stop im inna trap trynna get to the Guap how he know my name that nigga a cop he was shooting wit rari now he live on fox sosa the nigga the nigga u not bullets come spicy these bitches be hot she think im in love well bitch im not
Trynn go for the dunk like it's nba jam lil bitch a freak let me f*ck ha on cam sellin the white girl im
Callin it Sam im takin his money that nigga Ham we got dirty cash man f*ck Uncle Sam that boy is a bitch take the gun out his hand we going to war it feel like Iran he hearing bombs that dumb nigga ran pop me a blue or maybe a tan ima hot boy think I need me a fan she getting neeky tryn f*ck inna van she grabbing the 40 she think it's my man remember them days going half onna gram that boy is a bitch do it for the gram we inna chop this big shit a lamb opp bitch throw the oop ima go for the slam
I'm onna right Osama onna left I feel like a father giving niggas belt it was sum days Ian have no help jumped imma water turned to Micheal Phelps he tough he was cold bullets made em melt switch im off the green can't find no tris don't ask me bout hoes that's not my bitch can't wait till the day that I'm finally rich I'm f*cking the thotties can't lie imma trick buy mommy a house she can't even trip im buying it off Ian paying no rent we going camping might need us a tent he doa we don't do no attempts he tried to run but the bitches come quick
Ima hot boy think I need me a fan
Trynn go for the dunk like it's nba jam lil bitch a freak let me f*ck ha on cam sellin the white girl im
Callin it Sam im takin his money that nigga Ham we got dirty cash man f*ck Uncle Sam that boy is a bitch take the gun out his hand we going to war it feel like Iran he hearing bombs that dumb nigga ran pop me a blue or maybe a tan ima hot boy think I need me a fan she getting neeky tryn f*ck inna van she grabbing the 40 she think it's my man remember them days going half onna gram that boy is a bitch do it for the gram we inna chop this big shit a lamb opp bitch throw the oop ima go for the slam
I'm onna right Osama onna left I feel like a father giving niggas belt it was sum days Ian have no help jumped imma water turned to Micheal Phelps he tough he was cold bullets made em melt switch im off the green can't find no tris don't ask me bout hoes that's not my bitch can't wait till the day that I'm finally rich I'm f*cking the thotties can't lie imma trick buy mommy a house she can't even trip im buying it off Ian paying no rent we going camping might need us a tent he doa we don't do no attempts he tried to run but the bitches come quick
Ima hot boy think I need me a fan
Writer: G Sosa
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