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Aye
I’ll turn this bitch up,
I don’t give a fuck,
If you got what I want,
I ain’t gone front,
You better give it up,
If yo chick thick,
Then she get titty fucked,
Always on the move,
im in that groove,
I Ain’t getting stuck,
Aint reminiscing bout no old days,
I don’t care about who you is,
Or what you did to get that court case,
You still a bitch to me,
Ill slap you,
I do what the fuck I wanna do,
But you do what you have to,
I won’t keep it quiet imma talk my shit,
Soon as I slide it,
Imma pop that shit,
Don’t want it violent,
 Shouldn’t have brought that shit,
Show me how to throw yo set up,
so I can drop that shit,
I just wanna feed my family,
But for whatever reason,
I got heathens trynna,
damn me,
That boy a middle man,
He acting like the plug,
So damn much,
Yall better Give that boy a Grammy,
Cause he only selling grams,
Make you hit him up,
Only Using telegram,
Yall need to break it to him,
Yall need to tell that man,
Bitch I want the block bled,
And I want the laser on my Glock red,
Yall the reason why yall not fed,
And we don’t speak on any reason why our opps dead,
But Fuck them lets think of better shit,
We use to pray for better days,
Now we got better chips,
Bills paid,
Good Place to stay
And got better whips,
Better drip,
We even had to go and get some better opps,
Cause we got better sticks,
My wallet fat,
It got a fupa,
Im the shit I need scooper,
I want the trim up on my whip gold,
And so much ice around my body,
I’ll need a jacket cause it gets cold,
Dear lord Please grant forgiveness,
For all these mfs trynna stay up in my business
Dear lord,
Please grant forgiveness,
For all these mother fuckers in my business
I ain’t adding hooks,
I ain’t fishing,
I don’t even think I give a fuck if yall don’t listen,
You poor,
You gotta shine a light,
So yo shit glisten,
Yo bitch was sucking dick and now yall kissing,
On God these niggas bitches.
Now go wash my mother fucking drawls and my dishes.

Old school slow boom bap rap