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Drin4x L M
Drin4x L M
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Red Why my cup is so RED? Paid a band for this juice, N y'all cant Get to walk down with sticks, We ah band Slide thru his hood left it RED with my hand Fucked her so good, she in love with my hand Niggi caught me with his bitch, he so mad Staring at that fat ass, knowing your pocket is flat Bitch stalk all my pages, she ah whole fan Worried about the wrong niggi, BITCH where yo man? Cheated on like 5 bitches, now they RED headed Ion got no main bitch, ion do no stressin Pull up on em, do it to em, leave them niggas stressin Leave them niggas duckin Bitch I'm Drin4x, I gotta keep my weapon Im a young fly nigga, so they always staring Bitch, I'm poed outside with the blamer tucked Bitch, its ah 8th up in this pop, tell me when to stop He cant hang with us, he a cop His bitch bad, she get wet, when I talk Bae what you do doin' Lets make a movie, fuck a tiktok I beat it up, niggi just look how she walkin 762s for a loud ass talkin' nigga Ion know what the fuck it is, but I cant stop robbin' Flip for the bow n glocky, bitch I'm in another closet We keep them poles like Iraq, blowin' 50s out em This lil bitch classy, dress like she Mary Poppin Don't give a fuck, she up the pole up on anybody Don't want that bitch, she a bop, suckin everybody Fuck that Bitch, let her go, she on everybody You could send that bitch out like a crash dummy Since a youngin i've been taught to go get some money We ride with chops, if he talk tuff we gon put it on him You niggas bums, how is y'all broke? You can't put it on you Yo bitch see me, she like K3 can I put it on you? Pull down my mask, hit the fence, I'm finna do a skit We was young Niggas riding around taking guns off hips I ain't never needed No Hoster cause I carry my Blick, you niggas bitches, we see you out we gon And we aint never shooting for fun, shoot til the gun click How many times I gotta tell these niggas I aint beefing Got the chops em' them leaking Ride with two Kays in a two seater niggas know this micro Draco, he ain't playing with niggas Jrtoookold with me, He keep a heater Past the ball I ain't seen no bleachers How you gon try to tell me and never did it I don't need no teacher You was a bitch in high school, how you change your demeanor? I hit the bitch, blocked the bitch and I didn't even mean it My bros fly, got chip on us and we ride with Ninas She text me tryna fuck me I ain't take your place She already told me how you a bum and you last place If it ain't no mask then I can't go I can't catch no cases If them niggas really want them bows, We can send em' thru Texas Nigga a goofy he try to slide we swish cheese the Lexus My cup white my pop RED it look like it's Christmas
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