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Fred Roosevelt Banks
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All these **** be acting like i'm not that ****
I'm him
I'm so fr like i'm him
I don't even gotta go back and forth about the shit
Like I just be like
Portraying that shit like in my actions
Like i'm just him
I told her
Throw that ass back
Throw that ass back
I just might
Throw that ass back
I just might like -ie
Throw that ass back
I just might like -ie
Throw that ass back
I just might
Throw that ass back
Throw that ass back
I just might like -ie
Throw that ass back
I just might
Ball like Byrie, She's a Pisces
Ar rounds fuck up his psyche, Took a Glock to Paris, caught me with it
Wouldn't extradite me, If you do not like us, we don't care
Fuck your bitch and pull her hair Lame-ass **** stand over there
Don't look at my diamonds, these hoes glare
And she spins on my dick, like the thing from the fair
Oh, Mary, how you get around, I don't even steer
And she wanna fuck me now, cause I'm really here
Wait, I'm over there, but still I'm so aware
Of my situation, my bitch Haitian, well, Of my situation, in an insane asylum, well
Of my situation, I'm way too hard on myself, Who you know could walk through hell
Who you know won't ever tell
Who you know
Bro Been stacking bodies, I ain't mean to get so literal
I can't understand these ****, they ain't making no sense
Coop execution, I ain't for the bullshit
I'm strapped with a Tommy gun, that's the timing that I'm on
She wanna go back to the room, I can't help it, bitch, I'm rude
Okay, silly, a vanillie, ecstasy oxy in my whisk Shooter hop out like Nowitzki
Ain't no rim, that bitch hold 50
Throw that ass back
Throw that ass back
I just might
Throw that ass back
I just might like -ie
Throw that ass back
I just might like -ie
Throw that ass back
I just might
Throw that ass back
Throw that ass back
I just might like -ie
Throw that ass back
I just might
Ball like Byrie, She's a Pisces
Ar rounds fuck up his psyche Took a Glock to Paris, caught me with it
Wouldn't extradite me If you do not like us, we don't care
Fuck your bitch and pull her hair Lame-ass **** stand over there
Don't look at my diamonds, these hoes glare
And she spins on my dick like the thing from the fair
And she spins on my dick
And she spins on my dick like the thing from the fair
And she spins on my dick
But still I'm so aware
Of my situation, in an insane asylum, well
Of my situation, I'm way too hard on myself
Bro Been stackin' bodies, I ain't mean to get so literal
Written by: Fred Roosevelt Banks