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Lil Preemee
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Ayy, hangin' out that ride, I'm tryna catch a kill
My opp woofin' me outside, he must not wanna live
Smokin' dope, I'm high as hell, my bro, D off a Pill
**** say he really havin' motion, I ain't seen it still
**** say he really havin' motion, I ain't seen it since
Hop out with his ARP and up the blit, that's how I swing the stick
Bitch said she wanna fuck, she's shakin' ass and that bitch hella thick
**** rappin', get in the line, I'ma hop out, get in the frying
I'ma hop out, hit your mind, we got ****, momma cryin
Why the hell you tryna talk? Boy, just get that back in blood
I got steppers, knock y'all off, all they need, bitch, is a dub
Aye all I need, bitch, is a ten, and bitch, I'm tryna fuckin' spin
Little bitch, I'm tryna fuckin' win, my lil' fox gon' get it in
My lil' fox gon' get him gone, I'm off the perk like every song
Bitch, I run down, don't shoot at home, I'm smokin' Zah right to the bone
Bitch, I'm smokin' Zah right to the face, she eat the dick off Frito-Lay
I'm postin' up like every day, backseat with that Drake
I'm backseat with that fye, that **** run up, he gon' die
I punch a **** in his eye, off these dead-opps, I be high
Off these perks, I be gone, bitch, I hit a **** with that chrome
Sellin' fuckin' bowls, all them bowls for the lows
All them bowls for the sales, bitch, I send a **** straight to hell
Bitch, I send him packs right through the mail, I can't fuck with him he tell
Put a **** on his shirt, R.I.P
Bullets comin' through the V's, she suckin' dick, eat it up for free
He want smoke, put him on a T, baby, fox, roll him down for me
I got ****, kill him for fun, bitch, how you die with a gun
Bitch, how you die with a pencil? A.R.P. blowin' like a missile
A.R.P. send him to the sky, run up, die, run up, dead
We shoot heads bitch not legs
bitch, I want top
Bitch, close your legs, he got killed by what he said
A.R.P. kick it like a punt, ****, got smoked, ****, like a blunt
****, got smoked, ****, like a rello, shoot, shit, ****, Carmelo
Get you some money
These bitches be fucking for money
These bitches be fucking for clothes
Wipe his nose
Like some tissue
Aye, baby, fox blow his ass up like a whistle
Bitch, after you suck this dick, I swear I can't kiss you
Bitch, after you suck this dick, bitch, I can't love you
Bitch, after I, uh, uh, bitch, we shootin' ****
Uh, puttin' **** on the news, I put him on a shirt
Uh, told baby fox, pop his ass like a perk
Ra, on blood, on blood
Stick, what the fuck, Come here
Written by: Lil Preemee
