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DeFauni Scleep
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DeFauni Scleep
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DeFauni Scleep
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Picked myself up off the floor
I could never go
That's the thing I told my bro
I could never go
Picked the rackaids up and roll
Tapped in on the low
Grabbed my X and then I sold
For my bro I'd never fold
For my bro I never told
Money getting kinda old
I might flex up If its cold
I might tense up on your hoe
Stick on my side no I can't go
ARP, Roxy, and bankroll
If we go 3 deep we could take em
Count like 1 2 3 there his head go
He think it's all sweet like a mango
How much I spent on this fit could throw a tantrum
My money tall your money stacking up like breadcrumbs
The way i'm moving on this tris you'd swear I'm special
Picked myself up off the floor
I could never go
That's the thing I told my bro
I could never go
Picked the rackaids up and roll
Tapped in on the low
Grabbed my X and then I sold
For my bro I'd never fold
For my bro I never told
Money getting kinda old
I might flex up If its cold
I might tense up on your hoe
Written by: DeFauni Scleep