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Turnt the fuck up, burnt the fuck out, I'm swirling off a fucking burnout Cup is purple as a turnip, pull up, serve you, then I skirt out Got some [?] in the [?], I'm just waiting on the turnout Workout gots me for itself, like I can barely get the word out Woke the fuck up, got the fuck out, grab the slugger off the dugout In my lane, don't hit a blinker, make a turn, see how it turn out Fucked around and threw a road chow, pulling out my brubba turpos Dumping cookies like I'm burned out, I'm the reason L.A. burned down For the guys I [?], ducking, dodging, front of jump out Trapped forever, I prefer not, Glock tucked, that's why my shirt out Northwest return [?], next timе and they was letting it chirp out James Colе they was letting that hearse out Tell him crash and I bet he'll swerve out In and out 11, that's at the bird house Third block on the left is the first house Every player's the first down, when I get a new bag and I ditch the workout Nigga ran off, he in the church now Drunk rose, been a [?] out Bitch she turnt up, really turned down With a garb of pussy in her dirt mouth Lemon yellow Lamborghinis, skating Christian Yamaguchi Shooters looking for a leading role, we 'bout to drop a movie Big shipper, turn to Ted [?], hit a Michigan [?] In the kitchen mixing Scooby, kick flipping like I'm Tunechi [?], what's your head if you fucking with my brother Mooch? Something like I'm [?] Letras de cancionesIt broke my heart that that bitch fuck with goofies, Is she stupid? Now I'm chipped up like it's bingo, thumbin' through a double blues Timbre said to Primo, I been pinchin' like a jingle If I send him a rip man Winkle, he gon' chip you like a Pringle Dope a tennis and his single, he gon' hit it with a needle I'ma hit it for my people, a gorilla when it's needed I want Marvel on my collar tops [?] on my ceilings and merceau in a deposit box An iron just a creaser Hundred thousand on two pieces, I ain't tryna ride no leases Windows 10 to 5 percent, but my Sprite look kinda pinkish I'm movin' slow, they want the speed, sip my cup and roll some weed I tripled up then poured a three, I'm skirting off, pull up low-key Gelato, Senate, potpourri, extra plate it overeat Salado, Salek, I'm balkin' bacon, hit his eggs over easy Put his face all on the tee, he left the ghetto 0 and 3 Did it with no skis, so niggas can't help but to notice me Find a new spot and take it over, let me hold the key Riding dirty but the work clean, I got OCD Lemon yellow Lamborghinis, skating Christian Yamaguchi Shooters looking for a leading role, we 'bout to drop a movie Big shipper, turn to Ted [?], hit a Michigan [?] In the kitchen mixing Scooby, kick flipping like I'm Tunechi [?], what's your head if you fucking with my brother Mooch? Something like I'm [?] It broke my heart that that bitch fuck with goofies, Is she stupid? Now I'm chipped up like it's bingo, thumbin' through a double blues From Letras Mania