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fwm.kalebb - 19 lyrics

(this sh_t go hard)
said i’m something like an alien
not from this planet
i’m flying right in on my bust sh_t
heard he runnin his mouth we gon zip his sh_t up
imma finish him we never start sh_t
got a ziploc bag with a p of that za
and i’m smokin’ that sh_t till i can’t think
why you touchin’ my blunt b_tch yo ass stank
bullets make him switch over to the fast lane
b_tch i’ve been with this cheese del taco
try to run up i hit him in his nacho
i’m a big money fiend i’m in love with this guap
pink glock 19 and you won’t see tomorrow
i fill it i see it i get it i got it
don’t worry bout bread if it stuffed in my pocket
that sh_tty booty breath on the beat when i talk
got a hundred thousand stuffed in my jeans when i walk
when i turned 19 b_tch i smoked the whole lot
she a [?] fiend tell that hoe to back off
wе was sippin’ on lean we was sippin’ on wock
he was sippin’ on [?] i was sippin’ on [?]
shawty been up on mе and she feelin excited
i chill in the lamb’ when i smoke on exotic
your boyfriend a sheep be the reason i pop it
i’m finna’ blow up tell them turn up the violence
said this sh_t to easy don’t feel like no obstacle
b_tch i’ve been smokin’ on optical
got a lil’ b_tch on my d_ck
she suckin’ that sh_t like a popsicle
she do it chronical
i’m on the top of your head like some head lice
say your door been dry like a dead light
she say that i am a hoe said you dead right
can’t talk on phone cause he might be a fed’ right
off of these drugs and i’m gettin’ my head right
i pop a perc’ and go up like a headlight
i go bazerk on a b_tch if i’m fed right
on my phone tryna’ see how my zelle like
man that sh_t stank to cheese cause i been havin’ money
on my wrist that ain’t lean these some cartier diamonds
you can run up on me any day when you find me
you can call up on n0body
he talkin loud but he know he got no bodies
said i’m with your hoe prolly
and i been in the trap like a homebody
got a cat off the lot it got no mileage
and my engine be roaring exotic like four lighters
in the club with four b_tches that’s four bodies
presidential my suite i’m with joe biden
we be geekin but i don’t do no smilin
b_tch the [?] couldn’t fit in no wallet
thought i was done but i’m just getting started
you’re b_tch say i’m her favorite artist
hit the exhaust on these b_tches and take the f_ck off
now they broke and be havin bosses
came in this b_tch like osama i blew the f_ck up
i remember when them b_tches doubted
i’m tryna put my whole crib on a mountain
sippin drank with the clouds b_tch it came out a fountain
say you’re homie a b_tch yeah he real scared
b_tch i been havin dough like i’m [?]
got to much cash in my wallet it can’t fit there
i’m havin motion and they havin welfare
i f_ck your b_tch on the muf_ckin fifth stair
talk with your money if not put your fist there
saw he was clueless b_tch you got a big stare
[?]
heard they be rollin me up i’m like who dead

- fwm kalebb

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