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Charged up like I just popped a Senzu Bean My Shooter off 4 bars, that’s that LTE That card only hit for food, is it EBT? Stan's pieces really slam like a DDT I let the chop sing, Ice JJ Fish Hit your little bitch first on some Ray J shit Blue and Lime Amiris with the paint splatter Brodie in the kitchen whipping pots like its cake batter Super fly in these Amiris, Fly Jimmy Snuka Flex? Nah, I can’t even do 50 pushups Stand back cause bro Harden, he’ll really cook ‘em [?] with the belt, fuck around and whoop 'em Shittyboy, like I always got diarrhea Nigga’s claiming he ain’t broke, well I’m not either Man, I think all my opps is some cockeaters If you ain’t getting paper, you should stop breathing Yo lil granny ain’t safe unless that bitch dead How that’s your bitch and she calling me bighead? It’s a scam, dickhead Shot doggy with the Big Mac, now he Mcdead Letras de canciones You ever seen a whole [ten?] in a cream soda? Made a Gofundme and I said I had Ebola You only got 50 dollars, Nigga seal your lips I just beat the fuck out of some kids playing ding-dong-ditch Fraud-star, man I put up stats like Russell Finna jam in the store, let me crack my knuckles Coach took me out the game, I was lacking hustle Now my shoes cost six and the jacket double Punch shit to eliminate my anger Wrestle? Bitch, this ain’t elimination chamber Got the drake bell, but I’ll give your ass the taper Take them bitches off, how you drippin’ in some Wranglers? Hot Potato with the piece, bitch too hot Hit the bitch and she left on her tube socks Hate niggas, like that nigga off of Boondocks Talking bout we ain’t swapping, nigga, who not? Big chop, light you up like a disco ball Drums hanging out the AR, like some big old balls If I showed you the sauce, you would shit your drawers 10kKev and Shittyboyz got your bitch on [balls?] Born a star, think I came from the constellations Real Shittyboy, bitch I walk around constipated I’m always watching, I got cameras everywhere Spent 20 000 on Amiris, I got over 20 pairs Fucking lame, how you expect to compete When you working up at wendy’s getting 260 a week Don’t ever fix your mouth to disrespect me I just got my ass beat by my bitch, cause YOUR bitch texted me If she ask for the head, then I’m Wizard Kelly If she popping [?] then I’m getting in her belly You still fucking young hoes, boy, you R Kelly Told her how I’m ‘bout to cum, she said “Already?” Strapped up, put your fists down, bozo Made jugg page selling kicks like I’m no joke Foreign kicks got my closet like a dojo Pull out that big bitch, if he tryna throw a low blow Don’t let a confrontation turn into a murder Oh, you said confrontation? Let me up the burner Big drippin’ through this bitch, I could drown a surfer Jugg what? Jugg who? You a known [pervert?] From Letras Mania