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Bryan Dominguez
Bryan Dominguez
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It's so clean It's so clean What's that oh What you mean It's so clean Look yeah As I live I get it Get the ends out With it Bitch I'm in it For no Ls I'm winning Lemme get my shit in Get my hold up yeah What's that there That's type smooth right there Make me wanna catch another groove Right there Type of shit to make em wanna move like Yeah Woo! Gotta get to it But if it cost my soul then I won't go through it no See my life through a kaleidoscope A note hit like opera No shit I'm chopped but focused And proper dope shit no caca So pissed like urine some shit like urine No fake I'm pure But so sick no curing One I like fury No Nick at nite Too high to be left Get that right Take me down You can't give that up I just wanna see people up Preach no hate I can't speak that up Been through shit I can't make that up So that top spot I must take that up And not just I In fact I mean us Cause we can all eat it's way too much Split that pie like it's dominoes Talk that cheese I say vamonos Flexing bitch like I'm Arnold hoe I stay high but be kinda low Below freezing cold I'm too breezy bro Take it easy bro Man the sun don't chill On a roll no pills Think you can't I will No Clinton I got bills And best believe I pay them all Got that like Bounce like Spaulding baby I Was meant to ball Got that bounce like Spaulding baby I was Meant to ball I said that's my call From the nine but steady on my ten Can never fall I told my brothers we gon make it now It's one for all And all for one I live it this it ain't just for fun It's for my motherfucking funds I'm trying To buy my mom a house And show to her and pops they son done Took a different route And they supported from the rip When I said what I was about No more dealing Grab the wheel And hit that pedal bitch I'm out Swerve Swerve Swerve Mean Like if he got a whole lotta nerves She like that I got a way with my words It's sort of obsurd I stroke like a fur Yeah Yeah And lately I feel like it's time to takeoff My engines are roaring I'm feeling the forming No time to be dormant That's taking a loss Ay Ay Spitting that fire like somebody's boss Silly with bars The beat I give scars Now that there's appeal I'm a big kinda deal Whoa Whoa It's the kid with a million flows And a soul made of gold Like the pharaoh behold and I'm cold like The North of the pole whoa On a roll no pills Think you can't I will No Clintons I got bills And best believe I pay them all Got that Bounce like Spaulding baby I Was meant to ball Got that bounce like Spaulding baby I was Meant to ball I said that's my call No Clintons I got bills and best believe I pay them all Got that Bounce like Spaulding baby I Was meant to ball Got that Bounce like Spaulding baby I Was meant to ball
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