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wait. i just put a foreign car . skrrt, skrrt. i just put a foreign car . skrrt, skrrt. black girl tired of foreign broads . skrrt, skrrt. this not molly, this real raw . yeah. this not molly, this real raw . yeah. b_tch, i got a brick of raw . yeah. no matter if it’s hard or soft . yeah. know my boys can get it off . back on my sh_t again . look at my b_tch, she a ten . i just popped a perc, that’s a ten

okay, let story begin . i had a b_tch, she was blind . on the real, she was not mine . she told me that she was sinning . i already knew she was lying . i already knew she was slime . f_ck that bit right from the back . n_ggas they mad ’cause i’m me . n_ggas they mad, that’s a fact . i got a uzi on me . matter fact, this is a mac . matter fact, this is a tec . thе one that come right with the strap

look at my shoеs, uh, yeah. look at my shoes again . look at my swag, it ain’t normal . i do not rock no revenge . i used to rock on revenge . nowadays i make it storm . was a star since i was born . yeah. racks, they come from the floor . i used to sleep on the floor . all the girls that didn’t want me . them b_tches all turned to wh0res . no, no, no, i’m not complaining . clean that ho up like a drawer

we sell them grams to them crackers. grammys. but i’m not making no s’mores . look at my jpg, i’m on some bl__dy old sh_t. this sh_t is not in the store . rick owen pants, they all red . i’m on my bl__dy dior . we k!lled a opp, an all three. uh. make sure they mop up the floor . silencer all on my piece. uh. it will not, uh, make no noise . run in a game with no k!lls . b_tch, i’m a dog, you a fiddle

i need no, uh, pedigree . look at these boys tryna be me . look at these boys tryna be me . look at these boys tryna be me . diamond that’s all on my t__th . if you gon’ diss, then don’t speak . ew. ew. yeah. ew. ew. yeah. ew. ew. ayy. wait. this not molly, this real raw. let’s go. busted this all up on me . rollie, this sh_t factory . you ride around with the piece . i think that she cappin’ me

you try to flex right on me . that money look back into me . h_llcat, that daytona . it ain’t got caption to me . 1.6 for my bugatti. couldn’t go half with the lease . i told you that i am a dog . but i am the one off the leash . i am the one from the block . i am the one from the streets . these n_ggas from the outskirts . back of they house, got a creek . n_ggas they weird and they freaks . you know that i keep a g

ayy. right to the end . gs to the t . ayy. n_ggas get beat . yeah. knock a few back . what. 30 on me . but you still could get cut . shooter with me . yeah. he in the cut . only for 2,500, that boy he be f_ckin’ it up . i stopped being on p_ssy sh_t ’cause anybody can get touched . no matter how good you treat a b_tch, she still will get f_cked . i don’t give a f_ck . what. b_tch, i’m a sl_t . yeah

i’m g’d up. yeah. i’m off the stuff . what. b_tch, i go up . what. b_tch, i go up . yeah. b_tch, i go up . yeah. b_tch, i go up . what. what i probably make a day . that what you make in a month . that what you make in a month . that what you make in a month . f&n right on my belt . i got a k in the front . jump in that beat with no hands . you know i be doing my stunts . i’m smoking on gas in my lungs

everything tasted like runts . remember when i was the runt . black and white diamond like skunk. salt and pepper like i’m uh. that’s why i’m bagging your uh. i just came to a conclusion . these boys, they wanna be us . let’s go. i don’t wear vlone or nothing . but i got v on my trap . vlone, forgiato rims . all orange, man, sit like some timbs . trying to show you how sit on some ms . f_ck your b_tch, then she sat on my friend

outta sp_ce, my name invader zim. so that mean my friend, his name is gar . ew. ew. i just put a foreign car . ew. black girl tired of foreign broads . ew. i dm’ed your b_tch a heart . wait. this not molly, this real raw . say, don’t keep doing your beats . heard that you sell them for free . i know that you tired of me . n_ggas they see me, don’t speak . n_ggas turned out to be suckers . he turned out to be a leech

wow. water on me . what. scr_ping the beach . uh. moncler on me . what. b_tch, it’s a fleece. yeah. i gotta sneeze. uh. yeah. swear my disease . what. car got no keys . we got the keys . i’m like toast, intolerant . you can just have all the cheese . n_ggas try to take on my st__z. i had to take off my vs. b_tch, i feel like i’m alone . i’m making plays on the phone . santana gang, that’s skull and bone

i got more chrome hearts than jim jones. she gave me tail then gave me her nose. n_ggas they hoes, no, they not my bros . i’m not worrying about none of my opps. you know that i gotta face ’em . all of my n_ggas they rolling up opps. give me the blunt, tryna face ’em . n_ggas they getting too famous . come on, tell me what you banging . you better go get a gangster . i am not worried about a thing

what. you is a demon . what. i’m more like satan . i worship in heaven . uh. yeah. ’cause that’s a safe haven . ew. i might got corona . yeah. ’cause i f_ck with the asians . uh. my new b_tch, she blasian. what. i’m just saying. pull up a 918 on my porsche. no, this not a cayman . b_tch, i am like up. ayy. i am impaired . pull out that stick with an arm . yeah. like my name was peyton. my opps even dance to this song
when it come on the radio station . ew. ew. i just put a foreign car . ew. ew. i just put a foreign car . ew. ew. black girl tired of foreign broads . skrrt, skrrt. wait. this not molly, this real raw

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